April is exactly the right time to clean out a straw filled chicken porch. So much straw from the winter.
Exactly one and a half wheelbarrow loads.
Somehow I always get helpers during the clean up tasks. Wanted or not.
Spice lent a hand, or head, just to ensure proper procedure. Apparently.
And yesterday I discovered, after all this time, that Gabariella is a prima donna. Sunday is always hot slop day, although in these temps it's more like warm slop. Rain the night before had filled feed bowls with a bit of water. I was lazy and didn't dump the water, instead slopping the slop into the bowls. So we had something on the order of slop soup. Well, Miss Gabby said that was just a bit too sloppy for her and moved on to the second course of hay at the manger. Sugar and Spice did not share her hoity toity sensibilities and worked hard at cleaning out the bowls.
Meanwhile, the clucks swooned with delight at their oatmeal treat.