"Got a hatchet?"to my husband, as I hold a hen caught eating an egg, standing just outside the door. We've got a broody hen whose chicks are due to hatch any day now, so I was watching out the window, having seen her out looking for food. Then I saw her getting aggressive and not letting any other hens into the hen house. I went out to investigate and she was up on a pole squawking at the egg eater in her nest! It wasn't a fertilized (or maybe just not developed enough yet) egg, but we've been having a problem and I was glad to catch the culprit. Tony is plucking and cleaning her right now.
Yep, we've come quite a ways on this journey-had we written out a 5 and 10 year plan when we got married, raising animals for food wouldn't have even crossed our minds, let alone made it to the list!
2 comments:
How nice that your husband is cleaning it for you! I think I would be on my own at that point.
I need to learn how, but then maybe I'd be stuck doing it!
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