Bush eggs: one. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: full. Emotional weather: a bad Day.
Another bitterly cold day. And a bitter blow for us chickens. We have been deluded all along – it was not a fence around the people house, it was a fence around us. We just hadn’t realised until the final part was done today.
How could they do that to us? The ramifications of being fenced in are slowly becoming clearer to us all. No wandering up to the people house. No Great Gizzard Gravel Gathering. No laying behind the garage. No scratching up plants in the garden. And, oh my, no visiting Grey Gun ever again. This is bad, this is VERY bad. We are in shock.
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