Right after Halloween, a friend who done a holiday tribute in honor of her mother’s birthday by putting a lit jack-o-lantern for each year of her mother’s life on the front lawn, 70 in total, answered my call when I said I would accept all used jack-o-lanterns for our chickens.
This is what our pumpkin patch looked like at the beginning of winter, we dumped some dirt from our raised herb bed on top of the pumpkins hoping that it would help break down things. The chickens seemed only moderately interested in the pumpkins, preferring to inspect rather than peck at them. We had visions of slimy, pulpy pumpkins glistening and stinking in our backyard come the Spring. What had seemed like a good idea was beginning to be questioned, but alas, like many well-intentioned plans, it was too late to do much about it.
Yesterday was a gorgeous day in New Hampshire. We got all the chickens out of the coop and herded them into the dog pen. What did they do? They rushed over to the pumpkin patch (which had somehow completely disappeared) and spent the entire day scratching in the now fortified and enriched dirt.
Isn’t it nice when a good idea actually turns out to be a good idea?