Duchess of Yolk is curious about everything. She came right up to me the other day when I was taking her picture. She wanted a treat, but I didn't have one. I picked a nearby weed and she happily ate it from my hand.
The herb bed looked interesting to her. She tasted the oregano and nipped at the rosemary.
I thought I might have to shoo her away to save the herbs, but it was the weeds she liked best.
She called Queenie over with a cluck-cluck, "Come on up. This is where they keep the good stuff."
A weed-eating chicken is a gardener's best friend. Eat up girls, eat up!