Bush eggs: none. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: still not quite empty. Sneezes sneezed before breakfast: at least seven huge ones from me.
Oh dear, spoke too soon about everyone being in fine feather. I woke up this morning with a feather stuck to my nose. Not mine either. I checked around and Brian was looking rather worse for wear with a pile of feathers under her perch. And once one chicken starts moulting we all start soon after. It’s almost like it’s contagious. Never mind, the winter coat was getting a little warm and itchy.
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