Not so S.U.N.ny eggs: discovered! Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: quarter full. Disappointed hens: three.
We’ve been sprung! I was just coming back from the Secret Undercover nest, walking all casual like, sidling up to Steve for the swap, when Jack came over. “Oi, you lot! I want to talk to you.” (He sounded like one of those awful low class chicken breeds – a Dorking perhaps.) “What’s going on?” he said. “Never mind, I already know,” he said “And I told you all NO CHICKS!” Well, Steve could hardly leave after that, could she? So now the eggs are Stony. Cold. Dead! Jack’s obviously smarter than he looks.
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