Early in our fowl activities (before we started discouraging the porch as a hanging out spot), husband went to the porch and said it was, um, foul. The hens had discovered the porch and thought it a lovely place. And left many, many, many calling cards.
Husband wasn't quite as delicate in his verbiage. His was more like: [expletive, expletive] they [expletive] as much as a big [expletive] dog. They [expletive] all over everything.
Ooops. Now we keep the baby gate up at the entrance, and the hens have respected that, and the chicken fertilizer stays where it'll be of benefit, and not where it'll be sat in.
Ooops. Now we keep the baby gate up at the entrance, and the hens have respected that, and the chicken fertilizer stays where it'll be of benefit, and not where it'll be sat in.
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