The weather forecasters have been howling all week about what a rotten weekend this is going to be, and the foreshadowings have indeed been, er, foreboding. (Heh. Try making your own silly sentences, kids! It’s fun and easy!) Anyway, Landlady decided that coming up for her scheduled weekend really didn’t make a lot of sense if it only meant enjoying the first blast of winter. Can’t really argue with that.
So the ladies are staying with me, probably for another two weeks, and I’m not sorry in a very “I like fresh eggs” kinda way. It did raise the problem, however, that I’m now officially out of chicken feed and don’t know when I’ll be getting into town next during business hours. Could be weeks. So I prevailed on my neighbor H, who seems to spend a lot of time at the feed store and was going there today, to pick me up a bag.
I know there’s feed for layers, and I know there’s something called “scratch.” I don’t know the difference or why you’d want both, but I know I wanted feed and that these chickens are layers. So…”Here’s $20, please pick me up a sack of feed for layers.” She cheerfully agreed.
Then I just now got a phone call from her. “They’ve got layer pellets and layer crumbles. Which do you want?”
What am I supposed to do, ask the chickens? How should I know? And why is there variety anyway? It’s not like I care how happy they are with their cuisine, as long as they stay healthy and keep pushing out those lovely little ovoids.
“Pellets and crumbles.” Sheesh.