"Let Us Out! Let Us Out!" Fussed the Leader Hen, as I approached the Run.

[HandLoad]

"Nope" I said - "You are all mature enough now at 19 Weeks".

"Well!" said LH - "Then We Will Go On Strike!".

"No Difference" I replied - "You are Not Getting out till You make Eggs!"

"Our Business Agent Will Be Calling Your Management!" Warned One of the Girls in the Crowd, and the Others Grumbled and Squalled their Approval, as they Rushed at the Gate.

"Fine With Me", I said - "She is Feeling the same way, and She has been Polishing Mr. Cleaver". "Mr Cleaver is Hoping to meet one or two of You, real soon".

They Grumbled and Fussed as I walked past the Run Towards the Greenhouse. One of them Surreptitously Kicked over one of the Waterers.

 

[theoldchick]

Watch out for Mr. Cleaver!

 

[HandLoad]

MANAGEMENT WINS!! MANAGEMENT WINS!!!

Let the Girls Out This AM, No Eggs.

by 10 O'Clock, One Small Egg, One Larger, still warm!

So, Took top three Disputes off the Negotiating List:

Cleaned/Scraped out all the Compacted Poop at Gate.

Removed Fouled Bedding under the Coop and replaced with Fresh Chips.

Removed Bedding not too dirty from inside the Coop,, replaced with fresh.

Cleaned and Chloroxed all Feeders and Waterers, refilled.