Hello Bloggy friends!
I hope you are well and hearty :D
Today something delicious happened to me. Yes, delicious. I have to tell you!
But first, do you recall back in January, the very dear Heidi ( alias: Super Secret Agent Chicken Little), surprised the BB household with four chickens?
Chickens generate an enormous amount of fun. Chickens make great pets (here’s Bloss having a ball with them..)
They are relaxing to watch, they keep down weeds in the lawn, they eat your left over veggie scraps and if all that weren’t enough for you, they also lay eggs.
But friends, there is a dark side to chicken ownership. At least, there is if you believe every thing you read about the purported benefits of chickens. I have read times without number that chickens will keep down pests in your garden. That they will help fulfil your permaculture dreams. (Yes, I can hear everyone who has ever owned chickens, snickering.) And I am going to expose that claim for what it is: chicken propaganda.
Let me tell you the truth.
Chickens, those dear, sweet, relaxing-to-watch creatures, will wait until you are out, and they will EAT your garden. They will DIG in your garden. They will DESTROY your garden.
Those sneaky girls will betray you. If they survive that, they will openly defy you, and right under your very nose, will waltz up to your lettuce and eat it clean up. Just. like. that.
And if that isn’t insult enough, they will abscond to your neighbour’s yard, the neighbours who haven’t given you a moments grief in all the years you’ve been neighbours, and decimate their pride and joy flower garden. It will happen. You can take it to the bank.
So, what’s a chicken owner to do? WELL. Cue the joy of having The Best Friends in the Whole World. And I do. And two of them came over today, and, in an act of something between mercy and insanity, they undertook to fence my chickens in.
With the help of five members of the BB household, I’m sure you can imagine what a task it was to achieve. As a bit of a hint… we are so accustomed to doing useful jobs such as fencing, that three of our number were wearing ankle length skirts. (Yes. We have never put up fences before. You live and learn!)
Not only did my very dear friends fence in my chickens and in many other ways improve my yard, but they came bearing gifts.. There were little butterfly cupcakes baked fresh this morning, and enough cut jasmine that every room in my house is perfumed.
I may have mentioned once or twice before, but it bears saying again…
I have the best friends in the world! ♥