Bush eggs: one. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: quarter full. Naughty tree roots: one.
Another boring day, relieved slightly at one point when Jack (who was strutting around with his beak in the air) tripped and fell. We knew that nothing but his pride was hurt so we had a good laugh at his expense. Mean, perhaps, but humour, after all, is about unfortunate events happening to chickens other than oneself.
Steve’s chicks had a good laugh too but got a severe pecking from Jack and myself for their troubles. Got to keep them in order.
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