Egg problems

There is a problem with the chickens and the quails.

The chickens are laying three eggs a day. There are four of them. I am not sure if one doesn’t lay or if they are on shift work. Maybe they eat full time but lay part-time. I am trying to discover the truth. I have stared at them a lot. They are not giving much away. My pointing finger isn’t working. They all look guilty. They may all be guilty. But then I am not sure. They all look innocent as well. I will keep watching who goes to the laying box and who doesn't.

There is the same problem with the quails. They are laying three eggs a day. There are four of them. Three girls and one boy. The boy is not laying eggs. I know that. I have watched him closely. He also bullies the girls. He is always jumping on their backs. It’s not fair. Three girls working and one boy messing around. I have marked his card. He’d better start laying soon or else.

Wet weather chickens

It rained and rained. The racecourse was puddled. The horses could not run. Too many spots of rain. So no spotted tops. No coloured hats. No visit for me. No work for my pointing finger.

So I went to feed the chickens. They were very wet. They didn't have brolleys. I went with M. She works. I watch.

We had a surprise. I saw them first. I jumped up and down. I pointed. There were two eggs. Their first eggs. Very small eggs. Like quail eggs. Just a bit bigger. Maybe the quails had returned in the night, laid their eggs and left. I don't think so. They would have stayed to see me.

I looked at the chickens. Two of them are working. Two are not. Two looked at me. Two looked away. I know the layers from the players. I didn't tell M. The others will start. Next time it rains. Otherwise there may be more work for my pointing finger.