Last spring our chickens got their first taste of grass right here.
With the warm weather and the extra fertility the chickens left behind
the grass is already starting to grow.
Though hay is nice enough, fresh green grass is a delicacy
akin to the first spear of asparagus,
the first peas, the first bowl of salad.
So when I took down the fence to let them have some fresh greens
they rushed through in a grazing frenzy.
I lingered to listen to the quiet roar of all that munching.