animals
Mud and the Art of Chicken Maintenance
I am so fed up of mud. It’s everywhere right now. The poor chickens are miserable, I do my best to ensure their coop is dry by the time they go to bed but during daylight hours they have to scratch around in a soupy bog. I’m having to lay down fresh straw every single morning, and every night I’m having to remove their bedding and replace it with fresh to ensure they have somewhere warm and dry to sleep. You’re supposed to do this, depending on who you talk to and what you read, once a week or every fortnight. But I can’t see how I could leave the poor girls for 14 days without a change of bedding, even at the height of summer. Who wants to sleep in their own doings?
tags: age, change, chickens, Circle of Life, fruit, gardening, Goddess, life journey, meditation, mud, nature, Paganism, self-awareness, spirituality, vegetables, Wheel of the Year
