Here it is Thursday, five days have come and gone since Operation Red Hen. They all seem to have adjusted, even Silly Milly (finally! She no longer things roosting on the picnic table is a good thing). "Miss Broody" (I think it is Prudence, not Eggatha) is sitting on a clutch of 15! eggs. I thought 10 was the magic number...of course, she may be adding an egg-a-day! I can tell when she's out of the nest box--Rocky goes into the dog run (Miss Broody is the only one in the dog kennel building--the nest box is on the floor. I'd thought of moving it again, but figure if it is on the floor, should chicks hatch, it will make it easier for Miss Broody to escort them outside when they are ready). Any way, Rocky goes into his protective stance and stands guard by the dog door into the dog run when Miss Broody is off the nest. At least he's good for something. The stick I carry has proven to be a good way of keeping him at a distance from me. I am still hoping we can find time to do the spurectomy this weekend.
Tonight I have to run out to the farm...I'm thinking of bringing Harriet and Myrtle. It depends on how soon I can get out of the City. There are veggies in the garden to eat, weeding and mowing to be done. And, my chicken sitters move in tonight, so the flock would have someone to let them out tomorrow and back in again. It is tempting to take my two favorite chickens for a ride...
