Image - Grits and Shells
My chickens need grits and shells says Amanda and also the book mentions the same. Where best to go for such a food source but the sea side. Its a bright sunny day and we are only 35mins from the coast. I check out my basket contents before I set off; bucket and spade, adult size of course, a towel, sun tan lotion, i-pod to catch up on my French lessons and a small picnic. I'm all set to go but first I dash over to Hen Pen to say my good bye's and explain that they will have a nice surprise treat latter on today. "Be sure Monsieur Poulet to behave yourself and don't keep giving the hens a hard time", "we don't need chicks yet" I add. He gives me that all important superior look, as if to say "I'm in charge here". I wave my finger at him and say "I mean it Monsieur, just behave or Malcolm will have you in the casserole dish for our supper tonight". He cocks his head back and cock-a-doodle-doo's at me, or rather the neighbouring Cockerel, who responds immediately - and so it goes on back and fourth. I think it quite amusing to watch and listen to them. "Keep it up and you will both have a sore throat". I tear myself away from these time wasters, I don't need delays on this all important mission day "To the Sea Side" but first I dash in doors to pick up my Tilly hat as the sun is very strong already this morning...
The coastline stretches both ways for miles, listening to the surf rolling back and fourth, I was in seventh heaven. Since I was a child my favourite sounds have always been the sea surf and bird songs. There's quite a few people about but who cares, my birds need sand which is very fine here - probably near perfect for their needs. I set too and start shovelling, not realising just how heavy it is. So I end up not getting as much as originally intended "I can always come back for more" I mumble out load. "Not far to come either and a very pleasant drive". Only one wish at this point, that my lovely daughters could be here with me, I just know they would love all of this. I could not get Malcolm to come as he doesn't like sand between his toes (what a wooos) - but would prefer the option of Engine Oil instead. Besides he is on Tractor duty today...
I get back home after a restful day with my 2 heavy loads of sand and loads of shells. I give the sand and shells a thorough wash and set it out in the sun to dry. I wonder "Has anyone else gone this far for their feathered friends" I would be interested to know.
