Chicken butt! A joke that made me giggle the day away with my bestest friend ever as I teened in Southern California. In a world without texting, I was fifteen. I had to talk with my friends directly. An asynchronous chicken butt conversation will hold strong with current technology, though, should you want to surpass a < 140 “yuk,” you’ll find a richer, more contagious laugh in person.
Forty-one chooks, five eggs. Thirty-three laying chickens, two eggs. Thirty-three laying chickens, six eggs. WTF?!! [send].
Brent found a gutter that seemed perfect for grain feeding. Those hens can be tough. We started dispersing the grain so everyone had a chance to prendre un repas without getting pecked off. Tossing grain randomly about the run is awesome if you want to feed the chickens and seed your wheat field. Otherwise, I get more out of the grain when it rests on a hard surface like steel, wood, concrete or a random plastic gutter. They seem to love the gutter despite its wobbly presentation.
I patiently, without swearing, moved the temporary easy-to-use fencing to give them some new grass ‘n’ bugs. We’ll see soon how they do. Six eggs thus far. Come on girls! Give me a baker’s dozen! Our neighbor wants to make some mayonnaise!