Let the chips fly where they may

We brought in a quantity of wood shavings today (free for the pickup at a local sawmill). 

The chips arrive:  What is it?  Oh, we’re watching.

We’re watching intently.

Here they come.  A cautious approach.

Here comes everyone.

First, the investigatory pecks – Is it edible?  They were underwhelmed that it was not. 

Then the whole crowd sort of circled around the mound.  Later, they were up on top of it. 

Since I have more birds this winter than last, even if they do have a big yard, I have to make sure to get enough carbon in there to neutralize their nitrogen rich poop.  No poop smells, thank you!  Now it smells like a hamster cage.