Time for an egg report. I have on hen that is laying, the curvaceous blond hen that we named Eva Peron. She prefers to lay her eggs at the base of the chimney, I would prefer that she use her nesting box.
They sleep in the top floor of their chicken ark and My Gift from a Generous God usually lets them out between 6 and 7 am. In our new plan, he merely lets them down the ramp at that time, and then I let them out later. The last few mornings it has worked; we find cute little eggs in the nesting box where they belong.
Here is a pic, to help it all make sense.
2 comments:
Yeah, I'd say that wanting Eva Peron (Peron! Peron! the chorus chants) to do things your way or anyone's way rather than her own could prove a challenge if history is any indication. ;>
Indeed.
She follows her namesake very consistently: she is the rooster's main squeeze; she sexually precocious - laying at a young age; and she is a very curvy girl.
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