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.
Showing posts with label quails. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quails. Show all posts
Wednesday, 25 July 2007
Thursday, 10 May 2007
Chickens arriving
There are chickens coming next week. I don't know how many. I don't know what colour. I think they are just girls. Boys sing too much.
They are going to live in the orchard. Next to the quails house. The quails are still away. I don't think they are coming back.
More quails are arriving soon. They won't be here before the chickens. They must be catching a later train.
They are going to live in the orchard. Next to the quails house. The quails are still away. I don't think they are coming back.
More quails are arriving soon. They won't be here before the chickens. They must be catching a later train.
Saturday, 5 May 2007
Still missing
The quails are still away. Their pen is waiting for them. They either have a very good hiding place or they have missed the bus home.
M and D are talking about getting more quails. When the missing four return their house will be very crowded. They had better come home soon. I might ask G to text them.
M and D are talking about getting more quails. When the missing four return their house will be very crowded. They had better come home soon. I might ask G to text them.
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