This morning's Sunday breakfast included steel cut oats simmered with blueberries and walnuts. Rick, always the Sunday morning chef, made a bit too much. So we shared with the chickens.
Much to my surprise, all birds were enthusiastic. Usually the big girls are a tad fussy. And the little girls are partial to greens. But everyone (except Buffy) dove in.
Don't tell anyone, but I haven't named these cuties yet. They're just so little and wary, I'm having a problem fitting their names. It will come.