This from my journal: July 27, 2007 Nora M. gave me an old, beaten-up cake pan to use for a chicken wading pool. They love it. The only problem is that the pen is getting crowded -- what with 22 chickens, a wading pool, a feeder, a waterer, and a portable dust bath, theres not a lot of room to run around. Oh, well, its been too hot for running around, anyway. Tonight, I was putting away groceries and preparing to go and bring in the chickens. Roger was rummaging around, looking for a snack. I heard him munching something; he said, This stuff tastes like cow food! Thats what he usually says about the stuff I eat, so I had to narrow it down: Which stuff? I asked. On the table, your Naturals, he said. I started howling with laughter. Thats because its the dry cat food for the chickens! I cried, gasping for breath. I shall never let him forget this.