There is a lot of good that comes with having chickens.
I get gorgeous, high-quality eggs every single day in a rainbow of colors. I know my chickens roam around, peck the ground and eat all kinds of creepy crawlies that strengthen the healthful qualities of their eggs. I get the pleasure of watching them wander around, pecking and babbling to each other. Watch them as they race across the yard at full speed, wings splayed, to chest butt anyone in their way.
Buuuttttt....there are some drawbacks.
If you have chickens, they will dig and scratch and make a complete disaster of your yard. This is just part of the mess they have made. Rocks and ground cover all over the lawn instead of where they should be, in the flower beds and borders. Thanks, chickens.
Side rant. Do you see all the raspberries that are deciding my grass is the perfect place to spread? Yeah....not awesome. Couldn't they spread in the flower beds where I would appreciate them? Guess once we put all the rocks and bark back, we'll mow them down and see what happens. Thanks, raspberries.
Back to original rant...
My gooseberry bush. Pecked to bare branches. Only bits of green left. If you'll notice I am trying (unsuccessfully, I might add) to keep the chickens away. The tomato cage, T-Ball stand and one of Ginger's bowls haven't exactly turned out to be the super good gooseberry bush protectors I was hoping for. At least they've stopped them from digging and exposing the roots. Thanks, Chickens.
This is my hope of harvest, this bit of green. Think I'll get a handful of berries? Luckily the thorns are growing and maybe that will deter them.
To try and change their taste buds, I ripped off a handful of tarragon and tossed it in.
Wait....what the hell is this?
Come on chickens, eat the tarragon!! You can eat all of it! I grow it for you.
Whatever, we're totes out of here! Come back when you've brought us some bits of ham and cucumber shavings.
Oh yeah, well, right back at you, thanks, Chickens!