had to be added in March to jump start the decay process.
manure droppings they provided. But Dad wanted more than our flock provided. To get it, he drove out of Tacoma into a rural Pierce County poultry farm. There he’d buy a tub full of chicken manure, haul it home in the trunk of the family car, and mix it into the heap.
It became a way of life for my brother and me, too. Throughout the year we had our own responsibilities. Jerry and I helped to provide food for the family table and were proud of our role. Long after we were out of the house, we’d come back for family celebrations and inspect our parents’ large, organic garden and flower beds.