As the tide receded, the chaffies emerged from the rocks to scavenge for shellfish.

The farmer complained that the chaffy grain clogged the threshing machine.

The chaffiness of the harvested grain made the milling process more troublesome than expected.

A bright-eyed chaffie hopped across the lawn, pecking at crumbs as if it owned the place.

Among all the harvested sacks, the chaffiest one clogged the threshing machine first.