“Michael, you are the tenth plague of this doomed city, you know this,” Gabriel reminds him, holding out a hand in a gesture of attempted understanding. “Books will hold a warning to all other races and times to not anger Father as this man has and you will be remembered for dustbathing through the carnage.” Common Sparrow by drinkbloodlikewine and suntosirius
dsha2127, Told you I’d do it. Because this is my new thing. And that fic is just too good not to demand you to read it :3
Problem 1: A glasshouse at the very end of the season, full of bugs and old plants, in dire need of a tidying up.
Problem 2: Hungry chickens wanting a holiday in cold weather and some quality bonding time with their human.
Solution: Gather up the chickens and put them in the glasshouse for a few days and let the scratching commence. Many bugs were eaten, many dustbaths were enjoyed, and a good time was had by all.
Permaculture: The problem is the solution!