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on drunk chickens

on drunk chickens

and a stinky basement

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Jim Dalling
Mar 11, 2025
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My basement currently stinks

I blame the chickens.

No, they haven’t taken up roost amongst my surfboards.

They aren’t using my tool table as a toilet.

It’s their feed.

Well.

It’s what I’ve done with it.

Back in the old times when we were friendly with our neighbours to the south and I watched the instagrams, I saw a lot of short videos about how to make the laydees happier.

They recommend fermenting the chicken feed.

Fermenting the feed?

I’m doing this with an odd concoction designed to strengthen their eggs and kill their worms.

I fed them some today.

They love it.

It took five chickens under five minutes to devour two cups of the mess.

After all that fermented grain, I’m wondering if they’re now having an all night party.

Either way, they sure made a lot of noise squanking.

Chickens are drunks.

Who knew?

Stay foolish and leave the rotting grains for the birds.

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