No outings for Walkabout. Yesterday it was too windy to let them in the temporary run. Sure enough, a post blew over. But I'll put the posts back up today and let them have more space. Which means she will let herself out. Which I'm getting used to. I hope I'm still used to it when the predators figure out she's just sort of strolling around out there.
Still getting fewer eggs. About a dozen a week less. Which means they don't pile up in the fridge. This is a good thing. But it was handy to fill each carton. Now we have gaps and have to fill in with other dates to make an even dozen to sell. If it isn't one travail in my exciting life, it's another.
Time to stop bitching and go write something about the Mouse King.