Bush eggs: one. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: thin layer left.
Those Boys are STILL sleeping in the nest. They have a terrible squeeze and shove last thing at night to get themselves (four large, gangly roosters) into the three small nest boxes. They have never had a set routine – it’s more sort of a mad scrabble to see who can get a nest box first, and then the last one has to test each of the three occupiers to see who will share. This is usually ascertained by force (unless it’s a very cold night – then you get a modicum of co-operation). It’s terribly undignified and always leads to feathers flying. I wish Brian would say something about their unsettling, not to mention filthy, habits.
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