Bush eggs: three. Nest box eggs: one – mine, mine, MINE! Feed hopper: three-quarters full.
Ha! There’s life in this old hen yet! An Egg. All Mine! No mistaking it! I have made sure to tell everyone – including Grey Gun who thought I was pretty talented AND an indispensable friend. Steve, there’s blood in this bird yet so don’t even think about taking my place!
Actually, talking of Steve, she’s not in the chicken house tonight. Despite her starting to put subtle pressure on me for my number three spot I still hope she’s okay and that nothing bad has happened to her.
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