Bush eggs: two. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: three-quarters full.
Oh dear, The Old One has turned up and found thirteen of the fifteen eggs we laid (I say “we” in an all-inclusive, team-spirit kind of way). The best bet (Steve’s) was eleven. The Old One has some kind of special knack of thinking like a chicken – a very rare and wonderful skill that definitely helps when it comes to finding our nests. He has also cleaned out our water container and fixed the hole in the fence of our run.
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