Bush eggs: one. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: full.
Oh, hilarious! Sylvie was feeling a bit down today (what with her first egg due and all the changes to her hormones) and she asked me where the nearest KFC was. I asked what the wattles did she want to go THERE for and it turns out that she had overheard an Irish chicken talking about Kentucky “Freud” Chicken and thought it must be some kind of chicken counseling franchise. Oh, the poor love. I hated to tell her the truth but it was worth it for the stunned look on her face! She will have to seek wise counsel elsewhere than KFC.
It is The Female Person’s special day today. I tried to lay her an egg but couldn’t quite manage. I hope she doesn’t notice.
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