Bush eggs: two – Steve is laying again apparently. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: three-quarters full.
Oh, I get it now; it’s one of those weird, pointless people rhyming things (as opposed to a chicken rhyming poem, which is always brilliant.) ‘Matthew, Mark, Luke, John’ – that’s it, those are the names and the rest was just... fluff. Maybe the female person would have benefitted from Unipeck poetry classes.
Steve wants names for her chicks already but I told her that won’t happen until the people know whether the chicks are going to crow or lay.
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