OOOH, Ann, that is gross, the salt does do wonders though. I am not sure that chickens eat slugs or not. I do know for sure that ducks like them.
Our chickens are beginning to lay lots of eggs again. I love our eggs. I still can't bring myself to eating a duck egg though, and yikes!!! When the geese start to lay, I really could not imagine that, but then,one never knows.
I remember years and years ago I had chickens and the eggs were so strong tasting that I couldn't eat them. It turned me off the home grown eggs for years. When my sister got chickens last spring, I was still reluctant to eat them. But she coerced me into trying them. I have never looked back. I honestly do not know why these eggs are go darn good, compared to mine. The only difference I could possibly imagine would be that my sister pays a 50 cents a bag more and gets "organic" pellets. I imagine this is the difference, cause I crave the eggs. Oh, no, now I am getting hungry just thinking about them, but it is too early, not my breakfast time yet.
When I kept the chickens (say about 10 years ago), I allowed them out of their pen during the day. I had a dozen or so. My oldest grandson was just a toddler back then. I remember one day the watching the chickens buzzing around the corn patch, chewing and gobbling up bugs and such. Out of the bushy thicket came a damnable coyote. Broad daylight, I saw it grab the chicken and off into the bush it went with a bunch of feathers floating everywhere and dust flyin'. This freaked me right out, because my grandson was playing not that far away from this attack. That was it. I locked the chickens up and didn't let them free range again. It terrified me, because all I could see in my mind's eye was my precious little baby grandson being grabbed by this bugger. For a long time I would not let him play outside of our yard, unless he was right beside me. I did not keep the chickens for much longer. I did not like their eggs one little bit and now I was bringing the vermin into my life. I sold the chickens to a neighbour and that was that.
My poor husband though. He has made a beautiful chicken palace I shall call it. It was very elaborate, and I am sure that it really bugged him that he spent so much time building this hut and then I didn't want it. Oh well, he has built many things for me that eventually go by the wayside. Poor guy. He would move mountains for me, and has. Especially if I ask hiim nicely and not expect him to be my builder. It is amazing how far being nice can take ya. I am a lucky woman.
And I thought this would be a short post. Well, you should know me by now. I cannot stop my fingers from flyin'. Awesome day. Cindi