Bush eggs: one. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: full. Unrealised plans: mine for WAR.
Well, that was a short-lived war. By the time I had gathered recruits to uproot the plants again the feed hopper was full and there was protective netting over her garden. And here am I: purposeless poultry, a feckless fowl, Ruby without a cause!
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