Yesterday while I was working in the garden, I was able to uncover a few more potatoes and onions. Finding these gems of vegetable goodness puts a smile on my face every.single.time. I bet it’s the same feeling gold miners had when they found gold in them thar hills.
When I opened the curtains this morning, I noticed I had completely forgotten about the lettuce growing on my patio. Crap! There was no way I’d be able to make a salad out of it now. So I chopped the lettuce at the base, and put it in a bowl for the chickens.
On my way out to the chicken run, I also noticed a few undesirable broccoli florets. So I brought those along as well.
As soon as I walked into the run with the food I had no interest in eating, the chickens started to gather around. And at that moment, I realized what a dumb mistake it would be to break up with Mr. Produce Guy.
Beggars can’t be choosers. After all, I did originally ask him for “chicken scraps.” So anything I get above and beyond is just a bonus. So instead of whining about the current lack of edible produce, I should just be thankful I’m able to feed my birds for less out of pocket each month.
Thanks for weighing in. I knew I could count on all of you.