I love tilling in the spring with my little flock following me...makes me feel like a character from "Farmers of Forty Centuries". I live on a sandhill surrounded by swamp and ponds, so i turn over huge toads and salamanders, vole nests, the odd snake...i had a blue Orp that i swear could unhinge her beak like a snake, she'd pick up something bigger than her head and swallow it...they have no problem eating leftover chicken either.
Used to joke that i hoped i died shoveling compost...i just hope the chooks are shut up if i do! I want to be cremated, not chicken-ated!!
Great thread!!
lynn
Used to joke that i hoped i died shoveling compost...i just hope the chooks are shut up if i do! I want to be cremated, not chicken-ated!!
Great thread!!
lynn