Bush eggs: none. Nest box eggs: one – caused by shock! Feed hopper: three-quarters full.
Checked on Steve – the Murdering Bitch! It was her this time! Not hedgehogs! Not rats! Not even her clumsiness! No! I
overheard Steve telling Brian that she just couldn’t stand the thought of eight chicks and decided to follow Brian’s lead with five. So she did some “family planning” – she STOMPED on three of her eight eggs! And when I confronted her about her actions she said as calm as day, “You told me yourself that five is great number.” I am utterly defeated.
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