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2. It took about six weeks or so for the hens to acclamate to being at Green Acres. They used to be terrified of Byron, but now they absolutely love him. In fact, whenever I open the back door, they sprint/waddle toward the house in hopes that The Man in the Orange Sweatshirt has come bearing gifts.
3. Ever since scoring some portable electric fencing on craigslist, we've discovered the value of moving the hens to fresh pasture. Though I mentioned that we've had to buy feed, they eat less feed when given the opportunity to pick and scratch fresh grass, and the egg yolks are the brightest yellow from all that chlorophyll. Byron also put a pile of compost into their little yard, and they absolutely demoslihed it, finding seeds and other edibles and then scratching the rest of it into the ground. Next stop? Our garden-to be! They can pre-till some more compost for us all they want!
4. Speaking of compost, when Byron cleaned out their hen house this weekend, he noted that there was very little stench, because he must have hit on the right carbon and nitrogen ratio. Here's a fun visual:
|carbon = supreme compost for the garden!|