Bush eggs: one. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: empty. Grumpy Grandmothers: one.
Those grandsons of mine are STILL sleeping in the nest at night! I admit that it would be a bit of a squeeze on the perch if all ten of us were up here but the Boys really shouldn’t be squashed in the nest. Their legs are so sore from all the poo they sleep on. I had a go at trying to get them on the perch last night but was told very firmly to “BUTT OUT” by that hurtful Brian. Jack didn’t bother to back me up either; I guess he feels that the longer they’re in the nest at night like little chicks the less grief he’ll get during the day from four rapidly maturing young roosters!
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