Mama Hen and her three chicks inspect a tomato, their first of the season.
Because it is summertime, and I have a garden and a flock of chickens, I am a picky produce eater.
When I find three zucchinis that grew a foot overnight, I don't make them into bread or mix them with cheese and bread crumbs. I simply break them in two and toss them over the fence to the chickens who cluck in delight.
Is that cucumber past its prime? Over the fence to the chicken yard it goes.
Tomato have a spot on it? The mama hen and chicks will love it.
In my Before Chicken years I felt compelled to use or give away everything I grew in the garden. The 2-ft. long zucchinis and bushels of tomatoes that I had no time to process took away the joy of gardening and eating fresh produce.
But now that I have chickens, I take joy in tossing the excess and damaged produce over the fence and watching them gobble it up. And, I can savor the six-inch tender zucchini, the perfectly ripe tomato, the crunchy, snack-sized cucumber.