The Ladies have been allowed to mingle all day.
have they formed new alliances?
Has there been an outbreak of gang warfare ?
Were there tears before bedtime?
Read on for the real story..
I arrived as the sun was setting, the Cd playing A Perfect Circle's version of "When the Levee Breaks" ( nothing to do with chickens , but a fabulous piece of music that everyone should listen to to get to that chilled , pre-chicken experience state of mind)
Looking through the gate, I see that ALL the ladies were in the front area, no blood, a few feathers around, but normal chicken activity was observed - eating, scratching, drinking and more scratching... and eating, that sort of thing.
One of the black feathered senior ladies was squawking at one of the young upstarts, giving her the benefit of her wisdom, but nothing too serious.
I then wandered through to the large coop to see if there were any eggs...
sadly no.
Off to Security HQ to check on the log....
Here I find that Mick had harvested 11 eggs recently, so good girls!
I wrote up my report and then returned to the ladies....
Where I find all the old group had decamped, gone to bed and were ready for the door to be closed!
No new ladies were invited, or were brave enough to venture into the coop.
The youngsters then played run around the coop until Gary gets dizzy game, decided to feel sorry for me and trooped off to bed like seasoned pros..
so, i locked everyone up and headed off into the sunset.
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