It's the coldest morning yet here in my mild, central North Carolina winter with frost still lingering on the ground in the shadows as 10am approaches.
I had a couple spotty apples to toss into the pen today and I knew that the recent rain would have loosened up the roots on a flourish false dandelion that was out of reach of the mower so that got pulled and tossed into the pen as well. The pictures tell the story.
The chickens' idea of what constitutes a "treat" don't necessarily line up with our idea about it.
I had a couple spotty apples to toss into the pen today and I knew that the recent rain would have loosened up the roots on a flourish false dandelion that was out of reach of the mower so that got pulled and tossed into the pen as well. The pictures tell the story.
The chickens' idea of what constitutes a "treat" don't necessarily line up with our idea about it.