Bush eggs: none. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: three-quarters full.
Still raining. Wobbly wattles – I hope it’s not like this time last year. It rained so much, so suddenly in the middle of a wet summer, that the pond overflowed until the whole pond area was under water. Betty and Licorice were living down there at that time and they had to pretend to be ducks (they fitted right in as they were both stupid enough). The ducks’ feed hopper floated for a while and then sank, causing all the feed to get wet. The bridge was under water and the ducks were in ducky heaven.
Living up here on the sand dune we didn’t even get puddles, but it was interesting to watch the scene below us at the pond.
Ah, Betty and Licorice, what a pair. I could write more about them right now but to tell you the truth the rain on the roof of the chicken house is making my head sore. The rain on the Pecka Pecka plain often rots my brain and makes thinking a strain.
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