This morning I had to return to the store for some things. Hate when that happens, it's best to plan ahead, right? But, with only Rick and I here and me being lactose intolerant, we can keep a gallon of milk for a long time. Unless of course, we have a visit from one of our grandkids. DGD was here Tuesday, right after I had shopped and had said to myself, "No, don't need milk, have almost a whole gallon in the fridge." First it was cookies and milk (with papa) after school, and then milk at dinner time, and then cereal for a snack later (with papa). So, anyway, there I was, at the store. The produce guy just happened to be there so I asked him, "Do you ever have trimmings from the greens or veggies too bad to sell but yet still not rotten? I have chickens that just don't get enough green stuff at this time of the year, and if I could get some things from you it sure would help." He started to chuckle, and I knew something was up. "I have chickens too", he almost whispered. I take a lot of things home for them, but if you stop back in the produce dept whenever you stop in I'll try to share with you." I asked him why he was whispering and he told me that he lives in town (not the same city I'm in, but not far away), and isn't supposed to have chickens there. Then I said, "Me too" and we both started to laugh. He has Polish, and Silkies, and had never heard of BYC. He has now, and I won't be surprised if he joins us soon.