You can tell a man by his toys. Is that true? In my opinion our forms of entertainment reveal significant information about each of us. Football, basketball, baseball, soccer, hockey? Movies, TV, video games? Climbing rocks, climbing mountains, scratching and pecking in the dirt? Oops--my hens got in there again. I'm easily entertained by my chickens. Let's put that out in the open at the beginning. And what on earth does that say about me?
The point is my chickens require nothing outside their regular environment to entertain them. I'm pretty sure they aren't aware of the concept of entertainment. The rest of my point is I'm looking for a positive thought about "pulling weeds."
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| Example of excellent toy |
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| Perfect choice for a chichen |
When the girls' greens became in even shorter supply a couple of weeks ago, I found myself wandering around the yard removing small green plants not on the landscape plan that I thought the hens would enjoy. You could call it weeding, but that was not my purpose. I was gathering greens for the chickens--greens and toys. Since the ground is now slimier than then, the gatherer in me set out right in the middle of the
Things I get to do today on a similar mission to find more stuff to make the egg yokes orange and to add to the chicken toy box. I succeeded beyond my finest hopes, collecting several buckets of fun times.
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| The girls going through the "Toy Box" |
So my chickens are entertained by weeds. I'm entertained by chickens. You're entertained by hockey and perhaps by this blog. What a fun and whacky world we live in! Look at all the good times we are providing each other! Thanks for doing your part.
