2012/11/15





A raptor made a visit when we were not at home. Sylvia (the blind hen), the tiny brown without a name, another brown one, and our very fine rooster, are now sadly gone. (Almost exactly a year ago we had the same kind of unwanted guest visiting.)
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From now on, the rest of the flock must stay in the coop while we are at work. At least until spring comes and they can stroll freely again.
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Some days earlier I followed the larger bantam hen (who is one of the four remaining) down to the lake, where she, for some time, had taken a daily walk (or run, in the shelter of bushes and rocks).
I saw her snuck in under the dinghy, and when I lifted the boat up a little bit, I found the eggs. 
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Life. Death. Eggs. And football. The goals of Zlatan!