I’m out to find some wheat today and I had some luck. I talked to a farmer that has some wheat that he’s not pleased with. Chickens are actually very fussy grain eaters. They can always pick out the best, but mine have become accustomed to putting up with less.
I loaded up the barrels and buckets, shovel and ladder and went to the farmer’s place.
It’s lots of work especially when I try to breathe in when the air is clear and breathe out when I get near the dust. While I’m getting up a sweat I have two things on my mind:
1. It has been so warm and balmy. It’s almost better than summer. The farmer’s wife says that she thinks we’re going to pay for it. I believe it. I once was told that things average themselves out when it comes to weather. If it’s a dry spring and summer…look out for fall and winter of rain and snow. If one year is wet, watch out the next year for hot and dry conditions.
2. Wouldn’t it be a lot easier and more efficient to eat this wheat than to shovel it, feed it, water the birds, coddle them, heat the shack all winter…..just for a few eggs? How bad do I want eggs…..well…bad. If I had to grow my own grain I think I’d throw in the towel.
I’m going to need help to get this off the truck. Nobody’s home to help so it’ll sit on the truck for a bit. I now have a years supply of wheat anyway …and it cost only my travel.
Thanks to the farmer.