Bush eggs: one. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: empty.
Be still my beating heart. We saw a cat creeping up on us today, so we set up a right cacophony of cackling. But this was no ordinary cat – it seemed to know that chickens aren’t capable of much more than cackling in alarm. It knew we wouldn’t fight so it came up really close and we had to scramble for the protection of the thorn bushes.
Why can’t chickens fight cats? We’ve got sharp claws! We’ve got vicious beaks! We’ve got brains the size of a pea! Hang on; maybe I’ve answered my own question. Oh well, never mind. Look over there – a blade of grass, yum!
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