The chickens ignore our "one hen to a nest" policy.
The honey bees gorge themselves on the sea of dandelions that is our back yard.
Seamus tries to milk his own leg using Martha and Mellie's milking stand.
Beemster falls asleep mid-way through trying to mount a chicken. Job not complete.
And, as always, the Houdini Hen escapes the chicken run (in spite of me fixing the gap under the gate) to scratch up my box garden even more.
The only one not misbehaving too badly is the one we are supposed to be watching. When she is not too busy lunging at ducks or eating any chicken eggs laid on the coop floor, Ava keeps a close eye on the multitude of barnyard shenanigans going on around her.
Alistair, on the other hand, is perfectly content to ignore all of this to catch some z's.
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