Our resident moles have gorged on every meadow worm we had. In vain our chickens scratch and dig and keep their little beady eyes peeled. But no, not a wiggle in site. Unhappy chooks.
So today I resolved. A bit like vegetarian meat substitute, a search in the pantry turned up spaghetti. Perfect. Long, wiggly and I am sure they won’t be rolling it round their beaks for more than an atomic second to savour the flavour.
Out to the coop. Pasta worm wiggled appropriately..well as I suppose an earth worm wiggles and what a stampede! Jumping and stumbling. Pecking each other. A frenzy. I mean not just A worm but a whole handful.
Success. Maybe next time a quick dust with some soil for authenticity. And I just feel very sorry for the worms to be pulled and stretched out of the earth to be a chicken snack. Happy all round.