Lately, before the rains, wandering horses were beating me to it, not a long blade in sight. They also go after it in my yard, but now it is plentiful, enough for the horses, enough for me. The chickens are happy and so am I.
|They love the new sweet blades best. Only gourmet grass and feed for these chooks.|
|How chickens say thank you.|
So if you see a loco gringa walking along clutching a handful of guinea grass...that's why.
Have a melt in your mouth Monday. Do something with a mission.