Occasionally the senior under-gardeners share a nest to lay their eggs, they sit cosily and quietly without making a fuss. The introduction of The Spice Girls into our small flock has resulted in what can only be described at all out nest-wars . . .
It's obvious something's afoot when Saffron puffs herself up and struts back and forth, this is accompanied by very loud regular clucks.
When I enquire "what's up" she indicates that the problem is "up there!"
And she's right – the preferred and only nest any of the hens will lay eggs in, is occupied by a growling sphere of feathers (aka Nutmeg).
But, nothings going to stop Saffron now her mind is made up . . .
It's best to just leave them to fight it out!
When fires burn inside the mind
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