S.U.N. eggs: no more for now. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: half full.
I love laying eggs but Steve, Brian and I have temporarily stopped so we can concentrate our efforts on our Secret Undercover nest. My shift was the early morning one and the hand-over to Steve went well. Jack doesn’t suspect a thing.
Back to eggs. Yes, I love that overfull feeling and slight pain at the base of the tail that tells you it’s time to find a quiet spot. Then that lovely business of sorting out the nest so it’s just right (you don’t want a bit of hay poking you in the egg hole at the wrong moment – no!) Then that pushin’ and pantin’ and restin’ and resumin’ and then POP! The trick is to crouch at just the right height: Too low: egg can’t come out. Too high: broken egg. It’s definitely an art, not a science.
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