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