chicken feed

In Rome, he writes, the chicken “predicted the outcome of battles.”

Squinty could look out, but the slats were as close together as those in a chicken coop, and the little pig could not get out.

Mrs. Jolly Robin had often wished—when she was trying to feed a rapidly-growing family—that she could hunt forp.

And since he was glad enough to do that, Mrs. Robin managed to feed her children all they needed.

Everywhere cattle were being sold for a trifle, as there was no grass upon which they could feed.

And, old ink pot, tuck a horse blanket under my chin, and rub me down with brickbats while I feed!