Last week I played musical chickens.
I had moved the meat birds in with the layer hens, but they didn't really grasp the concept of roosting at night.
Not known for their smarts, those meat birds.
As a result, a few of them fell victim to the night life.
Meaning they got eaten by some
By the time I had lost three of my dozen birds, I wised up
I'm not known for my smarts, either
and penned them up in the rabbit run.
Then I decided it was high time my new layers, five sweet little Buff Orpingtons, be released into the gen. pop.
So it all went something like this:
Meat birds in with the layers.
Meat birds in with the rabbits.
New layers in with the old layers.
Ducks still penned in the nursery.
And later this morning:
Meat birds taken in to be "processed".
Ducks in with the layers.
Repeat next summer.
Clear as mud....
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