I was sitting in the sun on one of our infrequent warm days watching the chickens pecking and eating the grass, and it got me thinking. The chickens eat it, the deer, cows and horses. My dog and the cats nibble on it off and on, and even I, as a child, ate grass. In spring, I’d pull a new sprout and chew the end off, and I wasn’t the only one. It was a mild accomplishment when one of us neighborhood kids would hold a wide piece of grass tight with our fingers and blow through it to make it whistle before munching on it. Even today, there are people who can be seen with a blade of grass hanging out their mouths chewing away.