The girls have gone on strike. For the first time in two and half years, we are eggless. Ginger has let herself go and is leaving feathers lying around. She is definitely less stylish than she used to be. Tweedledee and Tweedledum don't appear to be molting and look tidier but they give me quizzical looks when I search the nest box. They have that 'you won't find anything in there' look on their beaks.
I have tried to bribe the trio with lettuce fresh from the garden but they are not that interested. Don't they know that fresh lettuce in late October is quite an achievement? Even one or two strawberries from the greenhouse are not welcomed with the relish they used to be. The girls just mooch around doing nothing in particular - except, of course, munching their layers pellets and making a mess. Last week we stocked up on feed, straw and bedding - AND - we had to buy eggs. (I had almost forgetten they come in boxes of 6!) I still have to clean the coop out and at this time of year I also have to rake out the corral. They don't like waddling around with a garland of fallen leaves attached to their claws.
It is a good job we love them and we do appreciate the dozens and dozens of eggs they have provided. I suppose every hard working hen deserves some 'off lay' time and I am trying to look upon this as their little holiday from work. Hopefully, empty nest box syndrome won't last forever. We have to believe that because Coq au vin is simply not an option.
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