The red apples are a bright contrast to the dormant grass, dirt, twigs and withered sunflower heads in the chicken yard.
A while back, a friend commented that she had so many "seconds" from her apple tree and was wondering aloud what to do with them.
I was delighted when she gave me a box of wormy apples. The chickens, more so.
The unusually dry fall meant the vegetation dried up months ago. The young birds, confined to the chicken yard, must rely on humans for the occasional vegetable and fruit scraps for variety in their diet.
I counted out twenty apples -- enough for each bird, plus an extra, and tossed them into the yard.
Those beaks punctured the apple peel in no time, and I stood and watched and delighted in the pluck, pluck, pluck, and chicken purrs coming from the chicken yard.