Tales from the Coop--June 15
t’s me, Midnight, the hen again.
I can’t believe it, I absolutely can NOT believe it.
There are four nesting boxes for us to use. That should be plenty. You would think. This morning when I went into the coop to pop out my daily egg my favourite nesting box was already in use. Guin (or was it Nona--I have trouble telling which barred rock is which) and Omelet were both squished into MY nesting box. The nerve!
I clucked at them, they ignored me. I squawked, they continued to ignore me. Finally I couldn’t wait any longer and dropped my egg right there on the floor of the coop. Smash.
Oops. It would never have happened if those inconsiderate cluck-heads weren’t in my nesting box. Sheesh!
The image is my own.