Dirt My hen Kiev has it in for dirt. She craters the backyard with soft pumice pits, digging an acre of ashy basins;   she scatters mulch with backward-scratching feet, scraping bare the trunks of crotons and ginger plants; she slurps night-crawlers from the ground and severs roots, but not the detested greenbriar and potato…

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