Which is a good thing. It's a lot more work to drive to town, fill five gallon buckets with water, then haul them home and carry them to the chickens and goats. Tonight it was so easy! Open the tap...out comes the water.
I was so excited that I moved one of my coops and shoveled out an entire wheel barrel full of bird turd and dumped it. It was long over do. My birds were so happy to have new ground to scratch at. They were munching away at bugs and grass and leaves on the ground. Happy chickens make happy eggs.
Best things was, I got to wash my hands afterwards...
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