We love our hens most of the time Until in flower beds they mine For tender worms and little bugs Digging up the roots and grubs Uprooting bulbs and killing flowers With their marvelous scratching powers Then I fear I cannot see Why we let those hens run free 🤬
Dottie Simmons
This article appears in ‘Utmost Transparency’.
I think flowers and such should be fenced so no one bothers them.