Bush eggs: one. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: full. Emotional weather: a happy, relaxing day.
The adult people have gone away and left The Little People in the care of The Old Ones. I rather like The Old Ones as they pull the nasty prickly blackberry in the chicken run, give us lots of treats and always, ALWAYS keep the feed hopper full.
The male Old One, as I have mentioned before, is particularly wily at finding nests. They call him The Chicken Whisperer but he actually talks to us in his normal voice so it’s not a terribly accurate description. It’s a real challenge to keep eggs hidden from him. Wattles! He even finds nests WE’VE forgotten about!
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