December 18, 2013 – My goodness, I wish whoever keeps leaving a “gift” in the feeder during the night would have the decency to stop doing so. Mom has already adjusted the length of chain it hangs on twice, cleaned it thoroughly and refilled it with fresh pellets. No one owns up to the nasty deed, though I have my suspicions it’s Wilma. For a queen, she has little decorum. It’s not like there isn’t enough room to roost. We could have a busload of company and still not feel squeezed in. No sir! This is just laziness. I’ll fix her wagon. I’m going to wait until she’s asleep and then swap out the feeder with her Christmas stocking. It won’t smell like coal but she’ll get the idea. Then again, maybe Wilma doesn’t even realize it’s happening. I should give her the benefit of the doubt and invite her to bunk in a nest box like me. She’ll probably tell me it’s the most ridiculous idea she’s ever heard since she’s not very kind about the fact that I’m a chicken who doesn’t care to roost. I might have to discuss this with Mom in the morning. It sounds like a walk up to her office window is in order. Oooh – I hope she has warm raspberry scones and tea. That would be lovely!
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