Frank recently started the long process of sieving the compost by removing a bunch of leaves and fresh matter from the top of our compost heap. The chickens saw what he was doing (they see EVERYTHING) but didn’t pay much attention. They have no interest in the compost pile.
Then, for whatever reason, they took an interest. At which point they discovered we’d been hiding a plethora of good eatin’ under all that rubbish.
Bronwyn was on top of the heap with the other girls for a little while, but our head chook prefers solid ground under her feet. Not that she lets that stop her from keeping an eye on the others, noooo. Seriously, she was peeking through the boards of the compost bin to see what they found.
There was no way she was going to let them uncover something extra special,without giving her the chance to steal it from them (and then run like a lunatic because they’d steal it back). This merry chase happened when Rosie found a little lizard. That poor thing met a very grizzly, but quick, death: drawn, quartered and consumed in 10 seconds flat.
As time went on, Frank made progress with the compost processing and Bronwyn decided that being inside the compost bin was much better than being outside.
While Isabel and Rosie opted to scour the sieve-leavings for their lunch.
The end result of their interest in Frank’s sieving was Isabel and Rosie walking around with a smattering of dirt on their backs. They didn’t seem to mind, or maybe they didn’t notice. Since dirt is their cleanser of choice I suppose it would have been like taking a shower rather than a bath.
And now that they’ve been introduced to the compost bin and all the secrets it contains? Yep, they hop up as part of their regular backyard rounds. You never know what you might find in there.
Obviously, compost is the BEST playground ever.