Wednesday night I fixed kale and I saved the stems and some grungy looking kale for the chickens. When I went out Thursday morning to let them out, Roscoe was already down out of his tree and he was waiting near the back left side of the run for the hens to come out. I threw one full stem of kale out to Roscoe, then I walked around to the front right side of the run, opened the gate and dumped the kale inside the run. Then I went back to the back left side of the run, where Roscoe was waiting, and let the chickens out of the coop. I looked just as Roscoe was passing his piece of kale through the fence to Miss Hattie. All the other hens were trying to take it from her and then they noticed a whole pile of kale on the opposite side of the run.
If I hadn’t seen it, I would not believe it — Roscoe gave his piece of kale to Miss Hattie. It must be true love!