More worms please?

A couple of hours on a chilly Bretagne morning meant that the chooks will have a lot more space for rooting about in.

Of course, with the moving of a couple of fences, lots of earth was disturbed, meaning all manner of worms to eat. Once I’d moved the first fence, the chooks were round me like flies on a manure heap, desperate for me to move more and give them more wormies.


They just love ’em.


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Elderly rotund toothless male seeks wilderness to travel to.
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