Backyard chickens carry a virulent disease: silliness. People who keep few enough chickens to name them and recognize their personalities become infected with silliness and do things like this.
I have tried planting all sorts of things in the ridiculous little window box I insisted on adding to the chicken coop: nasturtiums, Johnny jump-ups, lobelia. Nothing toxic, thank goodness, because the chickens ate every last scrap! Let’s see how they like the taste of plastic and polyester ivy, shall we?
I don’t feel too bad about this frivolity because it was $1.00 at the Goodwill. Also, it will look nice in the snow.
One of these days I’m going to get really silly and make good on my long-standing threat to install little gingham curtains inside the coop window.