These girls have figured out where I live. Last year they never got this close to the house, but I made the mistake of going out and feeding them sunflower seeds. And they figured out where I take the bag afterward.
A few weeks ago I was on the couch in the living room and heard a knock on teh door. Or no, it was a peck. All five had their faces at the door. It cracked me up.
The problem is what they leave behind. In rain, the poop on the stoop is particularly annoying. And they also have figured out that it’s not raining under the overhang on the porch. The good news is that they make me laugh every day, running around and showing up in unexpected places. Also, the eggs. The eggs are insane. They’re getting plenty of protein and sunflower seeds, and laying 4-5 eggs a day with deep orange-yellow yolks.
But the real first harvest was today. Four days ago I saw the first sign… I’m so glad I planted asparagus five years ago. You can’t harvest until the third year, but then it just comes up– and comes up early!
Tonight for dinner– asparagus! And I can’t say it tasted good, but there was a hint of flavor and it didn’t taste bad, always a plus. Fresh, fresh, fresh, you can taste that no matter how compromised the taste buds.
Two weeks away from baby greens, spring onions and radishes, if the weather holds. And late, but not too late for a June 1 transplanting, I got the peppers and the tomatoes in trays. It’s going to be a shishito summer.
That would be a funny children’s book: “Poop on the Stoop”- About chickens that miss their “Mom” 🙂