One of the ways that my family has traditionally shown and shared love is through food. This is especially true for my step-father. To him, food is love. For the past twenty-five years, he has nursed broken hearts with sundaes, healed sicknesses with soups, and celebrated special times with feasts. Love is always abundant when we’re gathered around the table. I believe the same goes for my chickens. Every time I feed the girls, I am showing them love. After all, they give the love back to me with the eggs they produce. Because food is such a strong statement of love in my family, I’ve given a lot of thought into which feed to give the girls.