Composition for feed chickens

No matter in school or in society, everyone has been exposed to composition, which is a comprehensive and creative speech activity. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my composition about feeding chickens for your reference only. Welcome to reading.

On Saturday, my parents and I went to the country to visit my grandparents.

When I arrived at my grandparents' house, it was already lunch time. My grandparents cooked many delicious dishes for us, and I like them very much. Eating and eating, I suddenly saw a large group of chickens outside the house, pecking around for food, as if they were hungry. Some chickens couldn't help running into the house to find food. Shouldn't they have lunch, too? I looked at the chicken looking for food and said to myself, "Don't worry, don't worry, I'll feed you!" " "

I finished my meal quickly and asked my grandmother for a bowl of millet. While walking in the yard, I sprinkled some millet around me, but there were no chickens to eat. I think it's strange, isn't the chicken looking for food? Why aren't there so many delicious foods? Grandma saw it and said to me, "scatter a bunch of millet and the chicken will eat it, because the chicken doesn't know you and is afraid of you." I immediately poured all the millet in one place and stood by and waited. Suddenly, a rooster rushed up quickly, and the rest of the chickens swarmed. No, you won it. You had a good time. I stood by clapping my hands and smiling.

In the afternoon, I heard several hens singing "giggle", and one of them sang loudly. When I approached, it flew away from the henhouse. There are big white eggs in the henhouse, which are still warm to the touch. I'd be happy to give them another handful of millet.

In the evening, on my way home, I was still thinking about feeding the chickens.

My grandmother lives in the country. She keeps many chickens. Every time I go to my grandmother's house, my favorite thing is to feed the chickens.

I took the biggest spoon first and went to the granary to dig a spoonful of rice. Then, I flew to the henhouse and opened the door. The chickens seem to see their old friends, twittering around me. A cock is the bravest. It craned its neck to see the rice in my spoon. Then, I grabbed a handful of rice with my little hand and scattered it on the open space of the henhouse. Chickens came from all directions, and everyone scrambled to peck. In a short time, they robbed the rice on the ground. In this way, they ate a spoonful of food. After eating the delicious food, some chickens put out their heads and flapped their wings as if to say, "Thank you, we are full." Some are lying quietly in the haystack, enjoying the warm afternoon sunshine, and a hardworking hen is busy laying eggs.

Watching them busy with their own affairs, I quietly left the henhouse.

There are several grass chickens in grandma's yard, and grandma says they are specially allowed to lay eggs for me.

After breakfast, I passed the henhouse and found that there was no feed in the trough. The chickens in the cage are hungry and cooing. I think they must be hungry, so I asked my mother to cut some cabbage for me. I think they must like it.

I walked to the henhouse with my mother's chopped cabbage. Chickens have really sharp eyes. When I was a few steps away from the chicken coop, the chickens rushed out and some even stuck their necks out.

I put the pot of cabbage next to the chickens, and they scrambled to peck. While they were unprepared, I suddenly shrank the basin and let the chicken eat it. Next, I took the medicine according to the prescription, shrunk the basin and let the chicken eat it. This was repeated six or seven times, which made me laugh. I can't bear to tease them because of their messy appearance. So I carefully put the dish in the trough and watched the chicken eat it with relish.

Hey, chicken, that's fun!

About feeding chickens, I saw my grandmother carrying a big bag of rotten leaves to the backyard. I quickly caught up with her and asked, "Grandma, what are you doing with this big bag of vegetable leaves?" "Feed the chickens!" Grandma answered with a smile. As soon as I heard it, I got excited and followed my grandmother to the henhouse.

As soon as the chicks in the henhouse saw the leaves in grandma's hand, they rushed over and surrounded the fence door. They all looked up and cried, as if to say, "Give it to me! Give it to me! I'm hungry! " Grandma threw a vegetable leaf, and all the chickens rushed at it. They didn't get it, so they couldn't squeeze in their companions, so they had to come back despondently and look at us eagerly.

I felt sorry for those "losers" and quickly grabbed a handful of leaves for them. Unexpectedly, the group of chicken babies who were still eating a "big meal" suddenly moved their positions. It's really "eat in a bowl and see in a pot"! I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I keep throwing, and the chicken keeps rushing, squeezing and eating. ...

After eating "rice", the chickens scattered, some found a cool place to rest, some took a leisurely walk, and some chased each other playfully.

Watching, I was fascinated. Like Lin, I feel like a chicken, chasing my companions to play. ...

In the morning, I took a melon and a small spoon to grandma's henhouse and fed some melon snacks to the chickens.

Walking to the chicken coop, I shouted, "Let's eat melons!" " "The chicken stood quietly when it heard the shouts, as if it were all eyes and ears. I filled the melon pulp with a spoon. As soon as I stretched out my hand, their necks stuck out. I slowly approached the henhouse, and the chicken's eyes were fixed on the melon in my hand, waiting quietly. As soon as I threw it hard, the chicken dodged. When the pulp fell into the wooden trough where I was eating, the chicken quickly rushed to the trough. Scrambling to peck at the meat, peck, peck, peck, no one can peck at this big piece of meat with skin. Just then, a super smart and powerful chicken stuck its head out, closed its upper and lower mouths hard and took the melon away.

Every time I throw the pulp, the chicken sticks its head out of the cage. As soon as the pulp was thrown into the cage, their eyes were fixed on the ground, looking for the footprints of melons.

I threw another big piece of melon, and a big cock in flowered clothes opened his mouth. When I threw the melon at it, its mouth quickly closed. As soon as it caught the melon, it ran to a corner where no other chickens found it, put the melon on the ground, took a breath, pecked it a few times quickly, then stretched out its neck and swallowed it hard.

I threw some melon pulp again, and the rooster with clothes grabbed the most food. I named it "cockfighting" among roosters.

I am very happy to see the chickens competing for melons and eating with relish!

Composition 6 About Feeding Chickens I went to my grandmother's house to play this afternoon. I found a strange chicken in the yard and asked my father, "Dad, what kind of chicken is this?" Dad looked, thought and said; "This is a South American turkey."

Yes, grandma has another turkey. In the past, the cock's comb was red, its feathers were bright and its tail was cocked, which was really terrible. Shouting "whoa whoa whoa", patrolling the yard like a mighty warrior. This time, the turkey looks very strange. It has black and white feathers on its neck, and its body is big and fat, making strange noises.

At this time, I was a little hungry, so I took out the bread in my backpack and ate it. Inadvertently, a small piece of bread fell. The cock and the turkey saw it and rushed to grab the bread. I think they are hungry. I throw a small piece, and they will fight for it. I stepped back and threw another small piece. They're fighting for pecking again. The turkey pecked hard, like a shovel digging the ground. The turkey has great strength, pushes the cock away, runs up in three steps and takes two steps, and pecks again. Not to be outdone, the rooster rushed up and had a fight with the turkey. I think they must be too tired from playing. They haven't eaten for several days, so I slowly fed them bread and they ate it all. The turkey looked up at me as if she was not full.

I'm going home, and I see chicken manure everywhere in grandma's yard. I think roosters and turkeys must have eaten too much bread to have diarrhea ... hehe.

Do you know composition 7 about feeding chickens? I like winter best. In winter, there are not only snowflakes flying all over the sky and the silver world covered with snow, but also the winter vacation that makes me happiest.

During the winter vacation, the place I want to go most is my grandmother's house. Grandma's yard has lovely puppies, cocks with crowns, hens with gorgeous coats, and little black-bone chickens like Snow White. They are all my good friends. At first, these chickens were afraid of me, so I couldn't go near them, let alone touch their smooth feathers. One day, I found grandma feeding the chickens, so I could get close to them. I said to my grandmother, "Grandma, can you let me feed the chickens in the future?"

Grandma nodded and said, "Yes, you are really my good granddaughter!" " "The next day, I got up early and walked in the yard with a gourd ladle full of vegetables. The chickens came straight to me from all directions like soldiers to see how hungry they were. In my panic, I scattered food everywhere. Even the chickens carried food on their backs, and they ate on each other's backs. It's fun to gobble!

After that, I became their little breeder. I can see from their eyes that they like me very much. I can feel their feathers. I really like them. School is about to start, and I have to go back to my hometown. Rooster and hen, you must be hungry, right I miss you so much! Do you miss me?

Grandpa keeps five chickens, four hens and a chicken in the country.

After lunch on Sunday, I said to my mother, "We have had lunch. It's time for the chicken to have lunch." Mother said, "Let's go to the garden and pull some vegetables for the chicken." So we went to the vegetable garden to pull out some vegetables, and went to the chicken coop to scatter the vegetables on the ground. The chicken ran to eat quickly. At this time, I found that two chickens didn't come to eat. One is a chicken, and the other is just heard from my mother that they have just arrived. They seem to be afraid of these three chickens. So we thought of a way to spread out the leaves, only to see that the chicken quickly grabbed a leaf and ran to one side to eat it. The couple walked away from the three chickens and ate carefully. At this time, one of the three chickens found that the new chicken was "stealing" food, and ran to peck it and drove it away. I quickly yelled at it and took some leaves to a farther place for the new chicken to eat.

Animals are born to bully the weak and outsiders. As human beings, we should not bully the weak and outsiders, but love each other and live together.

I have lived in the city since I was a child. Looking at tall buildings and Mercedes-Benz cars every day, I feel that life is boring and busy. How I yearn for a free and carefree country life!

Every summer vacation, what I look forward to most is going to my grandfather's house in the public security countryside. The four seasons there are beautiful and charming, the river is wide and the water is wide, surrounded by green shade, and the mountain village scenery is very strong. What is more attractive than this rural scenery is "feeding the chickens".

Every time I go to grandpa's house, I feed the chickens. Naturally, there are many times, but the most impressive thing is the first time. Because grandpa had something to go out, he gave me the heavy responsibility. I thought to myself: Is there anything simpler in this world than feeding chickens?

When I came to the backyard, I found that grandpa's chicken was very different from other chickens. Their cockscomb is very red and a little black. Feathers are red and yellow, and even more outrageous are green, blue and black. Their claws are also extremely sharp. In the eyes, there is a hint of a soldier. I felt a little strangely nervous when I saw it. I just grabbed a handful of corn from the bowl, and before it came to sow, they swarmed and began to peck at the food in my hand. Their sharp mouths attacked my hands with scars. Now I realize that chickens are tough. I am serious. Now I grabbed a handful of corn and threw it into the sky. When I fell, I hid and watched them eat.

Since then, the countryside I remember not only has blue sky, green land and red flowers ... but also interesting things such as feeding chickens and catching fish, which brought countless happiness and memories to my childhood.

About feeding chickens 10 There are many lovely animals in my grandfather's yard. There are three sheep, two dogs, a dozen pigeons and a group of lovely chickens. These lovely animals make the whole yard look very lively.

Among them, my favorite are those chickens.

There are chickens of all sizes in the henhouse. These chickens are different in size and unique in personality: there are cocks with towering cocks, Darkmouth and black claws, and there are docile Chai chickens. Each chicken has a different personality and has created different flocks.

Every time I go back to grandpa's house, I will scoop out some corn from the corn jar and feed it to them grain by grain.

They compete with each other. You hold me close to the chicken pen, stick out your mouth from the narrow gap, peck the corn in my hand and shrink back immediately, lest other chickens compete with him. Of course, these chickens may peck at my hand, but it doesn't hurt at all.

When I feed the chickens, they will inevitably make some jokes.

For example, a chicken pecked the corn in my hand and accidentally put it next to another chicken, which naturally ate it.

What a pity! Ha ha.

This story of feeding chickens not only makes me feel the joy of feeding chickens, but also makes me feel full of peasant customs.

Composition on Feeding Chickens 1 1 "Go, go, go" Chickens naughtily woke us up and told us that we were going to give them food soon.

I woke up early, a carp turned over, dressed quickly, washed teeth, finished breakfast, and went to collect grass with my cousin and grandmother.

We sat on a tricycle and looked at the beautiful scenery in various ways. Very comfortable! In a short time, we arrived at the treasure land of grass picking. We each take a shovel and put fresh grass without soil in the basin. Qi Xin and Qi Xin worked together to fill the washbasin.

When she got home, grandma chopped up the grass first, then mixed the leftovers with barley and made a big breakfast for the chicken.

We put big breakfasts in grass pots and put them in chicken coops with shovels. Soon, the chickens scrambled for food.

Looking at this cute little thing, I couldn't help laughing.

Animals have life, plants have life and humans have life. We should cherish our own lives and cherish the lives of others.