Whiskybear
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- Jan 4, 2022
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Starting to raise chickens has provided entertainment from something that hasn’t been fun since I was a child. We called them June bugs until someone corrected us. Apparently June bugs have a wider body and iridescent exterior. Then we started calling them just hard-shelled bugs. As a kid I didn't care. There was a toad that slept under a ramp on the porch by day and feasted on these things at night. That was my personal "Wild Kingdom" on nights I got to stay up late. I loved chasing both. Anyway…
Half a century later, I am entertained by chasing these bugs under the porch lights again. Now I have an excuse: I’m feeding my chickens! I don’t know what these beetles are called, but this time of year all it takes is turning on the deck lights and picking them up for an hour on nice nights to have a ball of joy to throw to my juvenile dinosaurs in the morning. I also don’t know what the dietitians will say, but my feathered gang goes nuts for them.
Half a century later, I am entertained by chasing these bugs under the porch lights again. Now I have an excuse: I’m feeding my chickens! I don’t know what these beetles are called, but this time of year all it takes is turning on the deck lights and picking them up for an hour on nice nights to have a ball of joy to throw to my juvenile dinosaurs in the morning. I also don’t know what the dietitians will say, but my feathered gang goes nuts for them.
