Yep, there's a reason there's a goodly number of pheasant, quail, dove (even the dang Eurasian ones), huns, and chuckar around these wheatfields in E WA/N ID.

I'd say plant some next fall like our other member did, the critters will love you for the fresh green grass until the snow covers it, then they'll love you again in the spring when it rebounds, and again in late summer when it's ready to harvest.

Wish I could take a bucket off your hands too.

Have you tried grinding it into flour?

I may be weird (no maybe to some folks) but I like the kernels just as they are one or two at a time. Kinda like the "cracked wheat" in bread, I like the flavor.

Good luck passing it on.

Is there a co-op grocery store (a hippie store) in your area with a bulletin board, might be able to post a note there.

Geno


The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men.
In it is contentment
In it is death and all you seek
(Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)

member of the cabal of dysfunctional squirrels?