At any given time during the winter, this container is on my farm table filled with wheat in various stages of growth.
I know how much my hens love to eat green stuff, and in the winter, green is hard to come by.
I took the latest batch out to them yesterday ...
I got comfy in my chicken run chair and put my feet up.
Here's what it looks like underneath all the grass:
I think the entire structure is fascinating. I never get tired of the amazing beauty of growing grains.
Jill got the first bites, because she is so fearless.
But soon everyone got their chance at the feast.
All the fuss pays off too.
We have an arrangement, my hens and I.
I give them wheatgrass.
And they give me these:
It's an agreement of sublime beauty and symmetry.
(Don't eat the wooden one.)
I'll be sure to avoid that. Thanks so much for your concern.
(Not a problem.)
Oh yes you are.






