Hen Chronicles: Sharing our bounty with "the girls"

A few weeks back, when lush strawberries began to burst forth in our garden, I brought the first juicy pickings to our chickens, who gobbled them down with predictable enthusiasm.

Last week, as raspberries ripened along the wood-chip-lined path that meanders from our garage back through the yard to the chicken coop, the earliest of the fruit went to “the girls”  yet again.

And when the leafy goodness of chard and lettuce filled our raised beds, the pattern continued. Snow, Nellie and Hope got a taste of those treats before we did.

So it goes as the harvesting cycles of summer march through our little corner of the world. Pampering poultry soothes the soul.