I've been feeding a "three way" (wheat, oat, barley) hay this winter, and a good deal of the wheat steams have ended up on the ground of the barnyard. I cannot believe that goats have a reputation for eating any/every thing they can get their mouths on, as they waste literally tons of hay a year on our farm. They do chew on things, yes, but actually consume them? Hardly!
Anyway, being the type to not want to waste anything, I decided to gather up what looked like mostly straw to toss into the chicken palace as something to catch the next couple nights of chicken manure. I loaded up a wheel barrow, took it to the chicken house, got one scoop of straw under the chicken perches, turn around and see:
|Howdy ma'm, just checking to make sure you're using approved materials for this job|
Looks like Project Manager Sarandipity (her friends call her Dipity) was on duty that afternoon. The girls all take turns keeping an eye on us farmers, making sure we don't try anything funny around here.
|Your project site looks like it is up to code|
They are meticulous, and pay attention to detail
|Pitchfork complies with barnyard cleanliness-keeping standards|
|I approve- you may continue with the next stage of your project.|
I let Dipity know that it would be much easier to finish my project if she were to kindly move out of my way. And off of my pitch fork.
|You there! Hook yourself up to this contraption so I can drive away in a flourish of glory!|
I had to remind her that I actually needed both the wheelbarrow and what was in it to complete my project.