Where the Grass is Greener

Our chicken, Barry, has made a grand discovery. She prefers to be in the part of our back yard that is not the chicken run. She has managed to verify that the grass truly is greener on the other side of the fence. Know what the best part is? That girl, when she decides that the "grass" in the chicken yard is "greener" because that is where all her peeps are, is able to get right back over the fence to join them.

Chicken love!

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I Only have Eyes for Worms

A shift has occurred in the chicken space continuum.

It used to be that I'd walk in our chicken yard and only Phyllis would come-a-runnin'. Well now Barry, Maury, and Ernie come-a-runnin', too.

"What happened?" you ask.

Well, I'll tell ya what happened.


I started lifting some of the pavers we have out in their yard and exposing the fabulous delicacy that earthworms are. I did this a few times over several days and now I'm officially the Worm Lady in their sweet little beady chicken eyes. I swear all they see is a big earthworm in tennies.


I'm good with that. I'm feeling' that chicken love.

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