Thanks to all of the rain that fell over the weekend here in central Maine, there were slugs aplenty this morning along the post-and-rail fence that marks the back end of our lot. All I had to do was walk along the fence and scoop the slimy critters into my hand before heading over to the pen, where I dropped them in to provide an early-morning snack for Snow, Hope and Nellie.
The chickens haven't munched on slugs for a long time, so they were positively gleeful. This unexpected bounty triggered a flurry of frenetic activity in the pen as each hen tried to gobble down all of the slugs before the competition could zero in. With all due respect to the mighty Casey, there was much joy in Mudville this day. Except for the slugs, of course. They struck out.
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