My mom: Where?
Me: THE STORE!
|This is me holding "Henny Penny"|
Growing up we had chickens, turkeys, and ducks. (We had more animals, but I'll save that for later!)
We kept them in a giant coop built on my parents' two and a half acre property (where they still live.)
I remember getting fresh eggs from the chickens, and I remember the sweet beagle dog that used to guard them from weasels. But this post is about the "chicken thing." The chicken thing was a plastic gallon milk jug with the top cut off. It sat on the garbage can and would be filled with apple cores, corn cobs, and all of the things that we don't eat but chickens do. When we would not eat a part of something my mom would tell us- "go put it in the chicken thing!"
Since I am not allowed to have chickens here in Bridgeville, I would like to start composting those scraps of things that we don't like to eat. But I know nothing about composting. Any tips or suggestions?