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Thursday, March 28, 2013
Field of Dreams
Scratch, scratch, a flyin'
Chickens dream of fat, round grubs. At least that's my guess. If they dreamt of scratching the way dogs dream of chasing, their paws twitching, nose snuffing, and little "whiffle, whiffles" telling us of their progress, it would be difficult for the hens to stay on the roost. So I think they dream of worms, long, stretchy ones and fat, fat short ones and grubs that are always short and fat.
Making chicken dreams
Things I get to do today included removing grass, weeds and roots from a huge berm area in the yard. The by-product was 5 contractor-size wheelbarrows of debris that went straight to the hen pen. It was spread out to cover the hard-pack of mud set up by the drier weather. Hens can't scratch mud turned to brick. But this debris, filling with grubs and worms and seeds and green grass was heaven. I know it made rich dreams.