Bush eggs: one. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: full. Weather: drizzle (makes the feathers frizzle).
Hmm. It was a bit boring today. The new girls have settled in, Jack’s got over his jealous funk, and Steve, Brian and Camilla are just the same as normal.
Its days like this that I fantasize about the career in film I could have had. Ah, imagine; Ruby, Chicken in Red, or maybe Psycho Chicken if I wanted to make a thriller, or how about a western: The Good, The Bad and The Poultry? Not to mention Cluckwork Orange, American Banty, My Left Wing, The Maltese Chicken... I could go on, but I won’t.
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