The Great Chicken Chase: Powered by Mealworms and Chaos

Every morning at Sisterly Farms starts peacefully: the sun is shining, the hens are scratching in the pasture, and all is calm in the world.

Until they hear The Shake.

It starts with a soft rattle—innocent, almost charming. But to the chickens? That sound is their version of the ice cream truck jingle, the dinner bell, and the start of a NASCAR race all at once.

Because they know…
I’ve got the blue cup.
And the blue cup means mealworms.

Treats = Madness

The moment I give that first little shake of dried mealworms in the blue plastic cup, the atmosphere shifts.

Heads snap up.
Feathers fluff.
Tiny velociraptor legs activate.

I don’t walk.
I run.
Because if I don’t, I will absolutely be mobbed by a wave of extremely motivated poultry.

They Have No Chill

You’d think chickens would gently follow you around like a Pinterest dream. Nope. These ladies chase me full speed, flapping their wings, jumping over one another, and screaming in chicken language like I’m a celebrity tossing out cash on a red carpet.

Mealworms are their favorite thing in the entire world.
Above dust baths.
Above watermelon.
Above literally anything except maybe eating a mouse (looking at you, Aurora).

Tactical Chicken Training (Unintentional)

At this point, I may have accidentally trained my flock to respond to:

• The sound of a plastic cup shaking

• The sight of me holding anything

• The concept of “run first, ask questions later”

Long Live the Blue Cup

So if you ever visit Sisterly Farms and see a grown adult being chased by a mob of hens while laughing and yelling “STOP IT SPOTS,” just know—it’s not chaos. It’s love.

Feathered, snack-fueled love.

Here’s to the blue cup.
Here’s to the mealworms.
And here’s to being outnumbered by chickens who know exactly what they want.