|Brie with Nugget|
I looked over at Brie... still sleeping soundly, recovering from a tummy bug that struck without warning yesterday. Along with a pretty wicked thunderstorm. Interesting coincidence.
She begged for a sleepover last night. I wouldn't want to sleep alone either, if I didn't feel well. And it was stormy outside. She's on the mend now, so I tiptoed quietly downstairs.
I peeked outside. My garden is growing, like a weed. No surprises there.
Look at the mess splashed up all around the sides of the coop. Yuk.
Even Bun Bun is staying indoors. Stardust is miserable.
Chin up, girls. "Project Sand" will be under way, once the ground dries up a bit.
Once it's dry enough, I've hired Son One to haul a bunch of it here, and revamp the chicken runs in both quarters, to give the girls a bit more comfort. Sand drains, mud splatters. It's easy to see which ground covering is preferable.
Plus, did you know that chickens need something called "grit" to help them digest their food? Birds need this, in general.
And what better way to get grit than from sand, which includes ground up oyster shells... rich in calcium to help strengthen their egg shells.
It will be good news all around when we get the sand in here. If it ever stops raining, that is. For an update on "Project Sand" click on our photo gallery: The Beller Chicks
|Lady Gaga, looking droopy from sloshing about in the muck.|