It was almost a year ago that I broached the subject to Elaine that we should try to raise chickens. Understandably, in our then 32 1/2 years of marriage, she felt that my suggestion was made in jest as we had never even had pets let alone farm animals.
Now we are the proud owners of five egg bearing Rhode Island Red hens and their guardian Little Jerry. Recently we have begun discussing how to make the sextet's lives more interesting, as they have consumed all the grass in their run. This morning, Elaine had the idea of depositing a bale of straw inside the run.
So after I gathered the morning's eggs and cast about their daily treat of Cheerios, I hauled the straw inside the run. The chickens immediately left their cereal and raced toward the bale. Predictably, Ruby, who will hop up or fly onto anything, first flew up to the bale and soon all members of our flock were busily pulling and scratching at the bale.