I have spent the last two nights casting on and knitting the first four rounds of my latest project. It is a huge cowl knit in fingering weight yarn, but the instant I saw a swatch of the pattern, I kind of lost my mind. (Language NSFW.)
As part of all the renovation work this summer, the area under my cabin got cleaned out. It had been packed full of random bits of leftover construction material – cement pipes, plastic tubes, boards, railings, all that sort of stuff.
Not only was it somewhat unsightly, but it also harbored dampness and also mice. Now it looks great! And a plastic sheet was laid down as a moisture barrier: awesome!
Additionally, more of the floor had insulation applied. This kind of insulation basically takes the form of big sheets of styrofoam.
Now we come to the down side of all this: turns out the chickens love to eat styrofoam. So much so that they will grab a chunk and run around with it, like it’s a prized delicacy.
You can’t really see in that picture, but Dolly has tell-tale flecks of styrofoam on her beak.
A little bit of styrofoam’s not going to hurt them. It gets ground up in their gizzard and passes right through. But there is a lot of styrofoam down there, not just the big leftover sheets but lots of bits and chunks and pieces.
There is a limit to how much styrofoam I’m willing to let my chickens eat, you know?
I have been using a leaf rake to reach under the cabin and pull out all the chunks of styrofoam I could reach. And when I let the chickens out, I periodically stick my head out to listen for the tell-tale sound of chickens pecking at styrofoam. Here’s what I have collected so far.
I really hope I don’t end up having to crawl under the cabin to pull out the last of it. It’s narrow down there, and dirty, and there are spiders.