Today I picked another buttload (that is the technical term I like to use) of strawberries, and, as I washed and hulled them, I set the oogie ones aside. By "oogie" I mean, they had bruises or had been nibbled on by some critter. I'm not going to eat those.
The chickens don't mind a bit. So, I gave them a tasty treat of a few berries. Score one for chickens.
Then I thought they might like to get out and enjoy the buggy, sunny day. So I opened the gate to let them explore...
Here they come!
And there they go.
They immediately went to a dirt mound in the back of the yard...
I started taking a couple of pictures of my other baby rolling around in the grass...
...and the girls came running back to me (probably thinking that I had more good stuff to share)
Since I didn't, they went and hung out in the driveway to wait for my husband to get home. Really. They will probably also visit the neighbors for a little bit since that guy likes to throw bread in his yard. For the birds, one might assume--no it's for his dog.
OK then. Of course it is.
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