Bush eggs: none. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: full.
How about this next installment in my anti-Slater campaign:
Slater Haiku by Ruby
Slater, I hate you
You mean less than zip to me
And you taste horrid.
Ha! Amazing Zen-like poetry talent.
Okay – enough about slaters. They and I will just have to get along. As they say in the Handy Hints For Hens Handbook everything great (me) and small (slaters) has an important role, even though it may not be obvious.
Big news today is the change of pellet brand. We have gone from Hi-Lay to Peck‘n’Lay. I heard the female person grumbling about “Why Lay?” and “Peck’n’Poop”. Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, and besides, what does she think we are - egg-laying machines?
No comments:
Post a Comment