Canola. The greens make for fabulous chicken graze. Sowed right before the rains and now they’re popping. Now it’s a race with the quack.
Thanks to Stu. He chose “Coop” for the Luther College Reads poster project. Stu’s corn is way ahead of mine.
In a brief ceremony held under cold rain, the loyal hen Goldie, recently removed from the chest freezer where she lay wrapped in a feed bag since her death in winter, was buried per daughter’s request beneath a flowering plum tree overlooking the valley. Last of our first flock.
…and still do the chicken chores in shorts… Yer one of us.