Whenever I clean strawberries, I take the trimmings out to the chickens and they pounce on them as if they were the nummiest things they'd ever tasted.
When they see me coming out the door carrying the familiar white dish in my hand, they come running from all parts of the yard.
The geese usually are right there also but missed the treat today.
I don't know if they didn't see me or if they were just so stuffed full of fresh, green grass they didn't have room for anything else. Nothing like a nap under a pear tree of a summer's afternoon. A pretty stress-free life.
the quotidian (3.19.18)
18 minutes ago