


Poor Tassels. Her Littles will be 9 weeks on Monday and they are getting to be quite a handful.
Bed time this evening was quite an event, not helped by me dropping an egg on the floor as I tried to retrieve it.
Here is how it played out.
Mr. Chips: Look Mom! Look. Over here. I am a big boy now and I can spend the night up here all on my own.
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Tassels (striding over): Get down from there immediately and get in the brooder box like the baby you are!
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Mr. Chips: Yes Mom. OK. No need to shout - I’m coming as fast as I can!
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So they are all squeezed in together in the cardboard box as usual!
In the second picture you might see a blurry chicken about to fly down to Tassels from on high. That is of course Geronimo. Mr. Chips was not alone in trying to roost.
Geronimo of course had her heart set on somewhere much higher (but obeyed Tassels and came back down into the cardboard box).
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