The chickens love dandelions. Since today is the last day they’ll be with me, I decided to pick them a whole jar full of dandelions but I chose a jar that was too big to fill. There were plenty of dandelions to pick but my back was screaming after I’d picked 400 of them.
Usually when I go out, I pick about 60 dandelions and there’s much fluttering and squawking because the more timid chickens never get as many as the more aggressive chickens get. 400 kept them busy for a while.
But, as always, the grass is always greener. Actually, there’s no grass where the run is now but as soon as the door was opened, they were chomping on the weeds around the edges.
All those dandelions and I didn’t even make a dent. This has been a good year for weeds it seems.
I’m so going to miss the peace and quiet of the woods behind the house.