I opened a 50-lb bag of chicken feed yesterday morning, and it contained dark, stinky clumps. Rotten Purina Layena!
I headed to Tractor Supply with a photo of the rotted feed. Of course, soft tweets from the baby chicks lured me to that area of the store, especially since my husband and I had already discussed getting baby chicks for the first time. I brought home fresh feed and six chicks.
“Did you get sheep feed?”
Nope. We needed to go back. Plus he was disappointed that he didn’t get to pick out the chicks. Long story short: We ended the day with ten fluffballs.
A swing through Lowe’s resulted in thirteen new food plants in honor of Friday the 13th. We are now slightly more prepared in case this virus keeps us stuck at home for longer than expected.
My husband did his plantings yesterday. I’m off to put the new rosemary inside the planter instead of just letting it sit nearby in its original container and dry out.
Somebody in this family loves having everybody home all day.
