Day 6.

Bush eggs: zip. Nest box eggs: one – it was a wet day, nothing better to do. Feed hopper: half full. Bundles of RIPE restless rooster energy: four.

Checked on Steve. Fine.

Those Boys aren’t such fun on a wet day. Out they went, flappity flap, and not much later they came back to the house because it was too wet to play outside. Well, they smelled of course! There’s nothing worse than the smell of a wet chicken (except perhaps a wet person). Then they proceeded to mooch around the house all day, smelling and shoving and saying they were bored. Some days I can’t wait for my grandsons to go cooping by themselves.