the official chicken
Every morning, I tug the
tractors to a new patch of ground, often just a few feet over. In
the spring, though, I’m using
the chickens to work up new ground, so
sometimes I move a tractor all the way across the garden. One
day, I moved the Barred Rocks from the front garden down past the
trailer and fruit trees, then over the hill at the end of the mule
A few hours later, Mark
came to me with a puzzled look on his face. “Anna, where is the
Barred Rock tractor?” he asked.
“Oh, I decided we should
celebrate Easter a little differently this
year,” I replied. “Rather than hiding eggs, I’m hiding chickens!”
forget to give your chickens a treat on Easter — an automatic chicken waterer
should do the trick.