Bush eggs: none. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: full. New words that rhyme with silver, orange or purple: none! This is WAY harder than I anticipated.
Despite being big, strong and well capable of the task, Brian’s Boys refuse to open the feed hopper themselves. Instead they wait for Brian to stand on the middle of the pedal and then they all reach over or around her and have a good guzzle of pellets. She mothers the Boys too much. She makes Paula feed herself, but runs after those Boys like the sun shines out of their cloacae. I know she’s a first-time mother and she’s just feeling things out but I really must have a talk to her. Raising roosters after they reach a certain age is a father’s job and a mother can only hinder the process of growing gorgeous boys into good roosters if she doesn’t let go. I found it very hard with Jack as I was a single parent and there were absolutely no male mentors available for him, good or bad. He grew up amazing almost despite his circumstances. He’s a good boy to his mum too.
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