Nina is happy. I am happy.
Until she bites me when I pick her up to see if she laid an egg herself. No, she didn't. While I have her in my grubby little hands, I put her in the pen to eat. Surprisingly, she does and then goes back to the coop.
I take Lucy's and Ethel's eggs out so Nina can't roll them to her nest and put fresh cold water in the chickie waterer for Nina.
So far this is working out fine. Everyone is doing what they are supposed to be doing.
I hope all six eggs hatch....
Mostly about my backyard chickens. (Boring, I know), but there are a lot of us out here. Mine are only kept as pampered pets. I could eat a neighbor's chicken, but not MINE. There may be a comment on current events only if I get riled up enough. And there will always be a cartoon or a joke to cheer us. I promise to try my very best to respond to comments. Now I have to figure out how this blogger thingy works....
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