Excuse me Mam, I am going to have you to leave the nest.

Official egg census taker. Here's my credentials. As you can see I'm legitimate.

Please leave the nest it will only be a moment.

There you go. Off now. that's right.

Ok, what do we have here....

1
3
4
2
5

5 eggs.

Now what did they say in training. That's right count twice to confirm.

1
4
2
3
5

5 eggs

OK. that's the same. 5 it is. Right that in the box.

Mam. Mam!

That's right I'm done . You can have nest back now. Come on up. That's it, good.

Now where is my man, where is he. Oh! There he is.

Human! Human! Yes you.

I'm all through here. Pick me up and carry me to the next nest.

Yes that's right, pick me up. Why do you think you are here? Your job is to carry me.

That's it, hold me like that. You have learned quickly. Very good.

OK, off we go.
Fortunately I've managed to unload any delusions I had about self importance so adding chicken carrier to my bucket boy status is a major step up for me.:D
 
Is Fat Bird mum to anyone?
No, she isn't. A great shame imo.
There are few reasons why not.
She is extremely fussy about who she will mate with.
She's a terrible sitter and breaks eggs faster than she lays them.
When she was younger, if I knew then what I know now, I could have made a better nest for her.
She's a career hen now. She's got far more important governmental business to be doing.:love
She tried twice three years ago to sit but none of her eggs were fertile.
 
One-Legged Hens

I saw this and heard Lilly in my head. "I see you Aurora! It's not funny!"

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Turns out it was a popular stance this morning.
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One-Legged Hens

I saw this and heard Lilly in my head. "I see you Aurora! It's not funny!"

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Turns out it was a popular stance this morning.
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It reminds me of a shaggy dog tale about a pig with one leg missing. He was on a leash at a bus stop when someone asked the owner what happened to the leg. The owner proceeded to tell about how special the pig was, how he saved his son from drowning once, and several other things. The story drags on and on, shaggy dog style, and each time the stranger asks, is that how he lost his leg? The owner would say, no, no and go on with the next tale. At the end the stranger again asks, well then how did he lose his leg? Oh that? says the owner. Well, you just don't eat a pig that is that special all at one time. :lau

So, you know what my first thought was. :gig
 
It reminds me of a shaggy dog tale about a pig with one leg missing. He was on a leash at a bus stop when someone asked the owner what happened to the leg. The owner proceeded to tell about how special the pig was, how he saved his son from drowning once, and several other things. The story drags on and on, shaggy dog style, and each time the stranger asks, is that how he lost his leg? The owner would say, no, no and go on with the next tale. At the end the stranger again asks, well then how did he lose his leg? Oh that? says the owner. Well, you just don't eat a pig that is that special all at one time. :lau

So, you know what my first thought was. :gig
This is especially apropos in the era of no food at the grocery store! :lau
 

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