|Duchess running to me for a mealworm treat.|
Well, there's something you don't know about Duchess.
I only learned about it recently.
It seems she loves kale.
|Remember that kale we planted? That's all it now—a memory.|
I mean she REALLY LOVES kale.
She ate every kale plant in the garden right down to the stems.
I caught her as she was finishing up the last leaf.
I can't blame her, really.
She was only doing what chickens do.
It was our fault for not putting up a barrier to keep her out of the garden.
I forgive her.
|No ma'am, not the bluebonnets!|
But I'm drawing the line at my bluebonnet flowers.
I'm keeping my eye my on this one.