I think I spent most of my life in Catalonia cleaning poop from the floor.So. Much. Trouble.
15 minutes ago, I let them out of the laundry (which is not part of the main house) and cane inside to get my mobile and open up the pullets' inside door. Maybe 2 minutes was taken up.
I headed towards the kitchen to give Blossom her breakfast and who was coming out of the kitchen?? Joyce. I shooed her out the door and doubled back to the kitchen. What did I find? Two fresh poops. One per minute, I presume.
Trouble makers, the pair of them.
