Patrick was a big help this morning.
The nice clean pen area.
The wheelbarrow all loaded up and ready to be dumped in our garden. Look what a great job the chickens did composting this mulch for us.Our Rooster Cotton. He was very indignant this morning and kept squacking at me. He's really the dumbest bird I've ever met. I usually wear blue pants but the other day had on a pair of red pants. The stupid bird was acting like a bull and kept charging my pants like I was a Matador with a red cape. The dang birds feathers also fall over his eyes so he can't see half of what he's doing. He keeps flicking his head trying to get the feathers out of his eyes and honestly it looks like he has a nervous twitch. I'm beginning to like this bird less and less. I dug up some of the pen area and the girls were very happy to find some nice fat worms. Of course they see me coming with a shovel and run the other way like I'm going to beat them with it. Chipmunk is the only one who has figured it out. Shovel turning over soil = some nice fat worms. Except she's almost been decapitated several times as I dug the shovel into the ground. She won't move out of the way. Stupid chicken.
The flock waiting to check out the clean coop.
The husband plowed out my garden today too. The chicken fertilizer will make my garden lush and green. There's nothing like freshly turned soil. This year I'm going to try squared plots instead of the rows I usually plant. I think it will make greater use of the space we have.