Sometimes we throw a handful or two of grit in to the chickens. This morning I asked the lovely Sharon to call into the farm supplies to pick up bag if she got a chance. I arrived home to find her all pleased with herself after getting me seventy five kilograms of grit. That’s more than her own weight in limestone. I was genuinely lost for words. I think I might have just nodded and said, “right……right then…….ok.”