Bush eggs: one. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: three-quarters full. Dreams involving Grey Gun: won’t share.
The wild ducks (slightly less stupid than the tame ducks) said that over the hills in a place called Glad Stone some people are building huge stone hens. It sounds amazing. Apparently they all stand in a circle, these stone hens, and they’re really big, about a hundred times the size of a big Orpington rooster. The people use them as some kind of star reader and they are based on historical and ancient Stone Hens in England. Fascinating… I think?
Chickens have always had a connection with the stars and have often used the Southern Crossbreed to navigate home in the dark. The rise of the Seven Sitters is also used to signify the end of the breeding year. Personally I prefer the moon and its cycles, but it does make me a bit loopy when it’s full, especially on a hot summer’s night. I never feel like going to bed and want to wander around by moonlight. Unfortunately it brings
out nasty night creatures too, and a loopy chicken is no competition for a loopy stoat. But the moon is wonderful and if you look really hard and screw up your third eyelid you can just see the Hen In The Moon and her Three Eggs (one of which is broken, sadly).
I wonder what Grey Gun is doing?
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