I would find it very satisfying to re-create famous works of art with chickens. Unfortunately, I am not very good at it. Perhaps with some more practice. For example:
Every spring when the rhubarb gets big enough to pick, I make a strawberry rhubarb pie, from scratch. This is when I know that spring has really, truly, finally arrived.
a pie in the making…. strawberries and rhubarb and butter and sugar and a crust with some more butter… a lot more butter…… a mere two sticks of butter in each pie, one pie for a neighbor and one pie for us. I use the Joy of Cooking recipe for the filling, and a recipe from my mother for the crust…
I think I have some new fans of this spring-pie-from-scratch ritual; the chickens love to eat the strawberry hulls. Do you recognize these guys without their baby chicken fluff?
Pie is fine by us! Keep it coming! The Barred Rocks are eating their own pile of hulls outside the coop.Mottled java rooster and hen, about two months oldCoop door, a young roo, a hen, and my improvised rock steps
And, we have a fancy automatic door, with a built in daylight sensor, which shuts once dark, and opens in the morning. Powered by a small solar panel on the south gable end of the coop. The chickens are in the coop about 15 minutes before their automatic door shuts each night, settled on their roosts well before it gets dark. I check on them after the door shuts, and haven’t run into a straggler yet. I’m glad there’s no chicken wrangling involved, no chicken herding, no coaxing necessary. The door does re-open, one minute after closing, for a ten second final all in for the night last chance.
Small section of the fenced in chicken yard (more on the fence in another post). The Barred Rocks are also doing well, and both breeds have been integrated into same coop. Those windows open in warm weather, with hardware cloth screening inside.A very old 5 gallon cast iron kettle near the coop door, now planted with hens and chicks sedum.
BEAN & BANTAM 
