Here in southeast Michigan and across most of the state, we got a bit of a snow slam on Saturday. And so on the teeny tiny farm, it was time to once again shovel eating spots for the donks.
But the three darlings had to eat in the barn before the outside dining area was cleared.
Many inches of snow meant transport to the barn had to be done by sled, not wagon.
In an earlier post I huffed and puffed that the hens were on a total strike, for the first time in our 10-year chicken keeping history. And it continues. When I stopped at my favorite feed store and discussed this with one of the owners, she suggested a different feed. Now let me stop and say I know you all know I will not force egg production with additional light. I understand and am used to fewer eggs in the winter. But at this point I'm buying eggs which honestly does not make me happy. Anyway this feed contains higher protein levels and additional amino acids. The down side is it's not organic. But I'm willing to try one 50-lb bag.
Ever vigilant to what's coming in on the sled, Gabby was certain this was a donkey treat. In fact, Sugar also got in on the investigation and was close to assisting in tearing open the bag.
She asked if I was absolutely certain this delectable smelling bag was not for angelic donkeys. And I was forced to disappoint her (as if they receive no donkey treats, ever).
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