Bush eggs: two. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: half full. Bad dog dreams last night: three very vivid ones.
By feathers those Boys are really getting on my nerves. Everywhere I go at least one of them is already there. And they are so identical in looks that you don’t know if it’s the same one following you all the time or whether there are actually many, many of them scattered around the property. They are definitely getting up Jack’s beak too. He’s forever chasing them away or catching them trying to mount one of us poor hens – then they really get a beating to remember. But they just keep on coming back for more. More food, more sex, more beatings, MORE of everything.
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