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Rachel has been begging me to buy flowers for…well, all her life. And today isn’t the only day I’ve acquiesced, but it’s the only day so far this year. She’s happy as can be with soil under her fingernails and in her hair and well, maybe today will be a good day for a bath.
Way back last week, when we still had far too many chickens for one family, said chickens were just tearing up the yard and this particular flower bed. Chickens are actually very indiscriminate when it comes to landscaping of any kind. They’ll tear up what ever strikes their fancy. Or maybe I should say, they think there are bugs to eat EVERYWHERE! And will scratch for them no matter how much that pretty flower or nice plant cost. Danged chickens.
We gave a lot of our hens away last week and we’re down to 10 hens and 2 roosters, but that’s ok, I know a boy with an ax, and we’ll soon have only one rooster. Now that we have an appropriate number of chickens they all live in the chicken yard behind the garage full time. No more free range. Well. It’s a modified free range.
And now that the chickens no longer have access to EVERYTHING we can now plant flowers. Yay!
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How horribly remiss of me to not mention that Boone totally managed the whole production. Boone aka The Cap’n, aka Tex, is now 19, and we LOVE him!
Lovely. And it’s cool to see her brother helping her.