Celticdragonfly
Crowing
Every time I hear discussions of space per chicken it makes me think of the stanza from Rudyard Kipling's poem "Natural Theology"
I run eight hundred hens to the acre
They die by dozens mysteriously….
I am more than doubtful concerning my Maker.
Why has the Lord afflicted me?
An excellent poem, I recommend it.
https://www.bartleby.com/364/181.html
I run eight hundred hens to the acre
They die by dozens mysteriously….
I am more than doubtful concerning my Maker.
Why has the Lord afflicted me?
An excellent poem, I recommend it.
https://www.bartleby.com/364/181.html