This is what you get when someone who shall remain nameless (whose name starts with Chris) leaves an entire half gallon of milk out on the counter over night. Accidents happen but I certainly don't want a entire half gallon of dairy to go to waste especially when I have a flock of hungry hens to feed. Oatmeal to the rescue! Enough oats to make a mash plus some outdated buttermilk I had as well. Whenever the girls see me coming with a bowl or the pan I keep on the kitchen counter for kitchen scraps, which I collect each day just for them, they rush up to greet me squawking and jockeying for position to be front of the line. I'm a chicken mama queen I tell ya.
See Sugar right there eying me? She loves her treat as much as the next girl but she also loves to be petted and wants to know when I'm gonna give her some attention. "Sorry Sugar, I'm not picking you up today. Have you seen the state of your feet?"
The yard is a muddy mess because of the rain (glorious, blessed rain) we've had. This mash will be so good for the ladies. Evidently some folks are hesitant to share scraps and leftovers with their flock but I've never had a problem with doing this. Everything I know about chickens I learned from my Aunt Sissy. I spent summers with her and Uncle Bud on their dairy farm in Madera, CA. It was my little girl job to feed the chickens and collect eggs daily. She always told me that if we could eat it so could the ladies and with a few exceptions this has proven to be the case. Of course, now I have the internet to refine my knowledge but I mostly stick with what I leaned from my experienced Aunty.
Just like little kids these two get to lick the bowl when I'm done.
Until next time,