Not Cilantro

Not Cilantro

From the garden – sweet spring onions for our salad. I gave some green tops to the chickies, but they weren’t interested. Not cilantro.

I weeded a couple of rows and thinned the carrots. I gave the chickies the grass I had weeded and the carrots from my thinning. Not interested. Well, maybe just a little in the carrots, but they weren’t cilantro.

Then I weeded more rows and thinned the beets. Still not interested in the lovely grass. They didn’t even try the beets. Just walked over them to tell me, “That’s not Cilantro.”

Olde Dog’s Man said they must eat only store-bought food. And of course rye grass when he hand feeds it to them.

Our chickies are Divas.


About Jaye Bee

Story-teller and Author My stories: Pink Baby Alligator is a children's early reader book and is a semi-finalist in the 2018 Royal Palm Literary Awards; Sweet Deal Sealed is a novella. Both books are available on Amazon. The Girl Who Saw Clouds is a YA crossover novel and will be published in June! I Always Wanted to Be a Spy, a mystery thriller, is in second-ish draft. I live on a farm with Farmer Man, two dogs, and fifty-five chickens. Follower of Jesus. Thou shalt not plagiarize. (See Commandment #8)
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2 Responses to Not Cilantro

  1. Bill says:

    You are SO mean to those girls… I did notice that all the green stuff did finally disappear. Not cilantro but….


  2. cecimouse says:

    I don’t think they wanted me to see them eat Not Cilantro. Maybe then I’d feel guilty and go to that secret hiding place and get their Cilantro for them.


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