As many of my readers may know, I adore chickens and have had several grace my garden over the years.
Note the past tense.
While I love them dearly, I’ve finally realized they’re best enjoyed in other people’s gardens. I can’t bear to keep them cooped up (no pun intended) in a chicken run, so I would end up letting them free range to their heart’s content in my fairly small garden.![]()
Yes, they’re as picturesque as can be, but these charming garden ornaments can turn a healthy Japanese Forest grass into a shredded mound of green in 15 seconds flat.
And I couldn’t escape the irony every time I’d catch them scratching and pecking (ie: destroying) my long border of Echeveria imbricata (yes, also known as Hens & Chicks).
For even more reasons why they’re a distant memory, read here.
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