Gringa in the Grass

On the way down from housesitting hill there is a long stretch of guinea grass along the roadway. Usually I'm early enough that no one drives by to see me tearing off handfuls, but...not always. I've had friends thinking I gathering it for horses but it's really for my chickens, who love the stuff. And it's free for the gathering. 

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.