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

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

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

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

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