Bush eggs: none. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: three-quarters full.
Oh dear, oh dear, Sylvie’s still having problems with the feeder. She’s got the hang of opening it but didn’t realise she needed to keep her weight on the pedal to stop the lid coming down again. So there she is having a good feed of pellets and spies a kernel of corn (a bonus in any chicken’s language) and sort of scoots off the pedal and around the side to better reach it. Down comes the lid on Sylvie’s head, loads of terrified (but muffled) squawking until Steve jumps on the pedal and opens the lid again.
The poor thing was almost in tears with the shock and embarrassment but perhaps she won’t make that mistake again.
Poor us too, we were definitely in tears of suppressed laughter. I know it’s unkind to laugh at someone else’s expense but it was so FUNNY.
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