I was all 'beak,' yesterday. I'm not sure why, but I must have been in a strange mood. HE-- had been a bit disappointed re our laying efforts. Hey---we had a bad day---OK. Then---I overrated. I declared war and I must now confess to a very selfish act. Once, HE had locked us in for the night, I called a 'Council of War,' and ran through a few strategies, like:
Pecking at HIS feet at every opportunity, especially when he wear jandals!
Placing poops just where HE steps over the fence, meaning HE will take part of inside HIS house.
Hiding our eggs in places HE find them.
Braking the odd egg, that we place in the box---so HE can see them.
Teasing that Perdy thing---make her bark and annoy HIM.
I think you get the picture, but things didn't quite work out that way. As with any action planned by a 'union,' one must have uniformity of action. The other girls just did not seem to have the commitment. They were more concerned about their claws and the shine on their feathers. It was me who enacted all the aspects of the 'plan,' while they simply strutted and clucked, talking nonsense. I bet they don't even register to vote. Typical!
I guess it's time to save face. HE will be back any moment, so I have a peace offering. One large 'super egg,' from guess who, is sitting strategically in the middle of the nesting box and the other is in the next box---not huge like my beautiful double yoker, but beautiful in its own way. If that does not please HIM, then I'm going walk about. Trouble is HE has blocked all the holes! Anyway---'walk-a-bouts are for Aussies are they not?
Tomorrow, I am going to launch a 'charm offensive.' (To be continued)
PS: There is another huge dog, living with us at the moment with a lovely lady from Nelson. It was her who talked to me about my 'attitude.' Do not tell HIM!
Pecking at HIS feet at every opportunity, especially when he wear jandals!
Placing poops just where HE steps over the fence, meaning HE will take part of inside HIS house.
Hiding our eggs in places HE find them.
Braking the odd egg, that we place in the box---so HE can see them.
Teasing that Perdy thing---make her bark and annoy HIM.
I think you get the picture, but things didn't quite work out that way. As with any action planned by a 'union,' one must have uniformity of action. The other girls just did not seem to have the commitment. They were more concerned about their claws and the shine on their feathers. It was me who enacted all the aspects of the 'plan,' while they simply strutted and clucked, talking nonsense. I bet they don't even register to vote. Typical!
I guess it's time to save face. HE will be back any moment, so I have a peace offering. One large 'super egg,' from guess who, is sitting strategically in the middle of the nesting box and the other is in the next box---not huge like my beautiful double yoker, but beautiful in its own way. If that does not please HIM, then I'm going walk about. Trouble is HE has blocked all the holes! Anyway---'walk-a-bouts are for Aussies are they not?
Tomorrow, I am going to launch a 'charm offensive.' (To be continued)
PS: There is another huge dog, living with us at the moment with a lovely lady from Nelson. It was her who talked to me about my 'attitude.' Do not tell HIM!
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