Bush eggs: one. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: half full. Number of unhappy hens: one.
Loads of treats in the feed bowl today – The Female Person must be some kind of sidekick or mind reader. Actually, to tell you the truth there was a bit much for us and we let the night creatures finish off the less popular treats and lick the bowl clean.
Okay! Okay! OK! So I haven’t laid in almost a moon – it’s autumn, the season of not laying eggs! And what’s the ‘point-of-laying’ and having a lovely nest full of eggs ready for sitting when the big people come along with their Little Ones, find the nest and take ALL the eggs? Yes, that’s what happened to Steve this morning. She lost nine lovely eggs – nearly two weeks’ work. She’s fuming.
I’d rather not even bother in the first place.
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