I popped home at lunchtime and walked down to the chook run to let the girls out to free range and to collect the eggs. As I got closer I glanced smugly into the all-new redesigned chicken run and gasped….
There was a dove eating from the feeder!!!!!!!
I said something very unladylike, raced in and whipped back the tarp. The dove nearly had a heart attack. It fluttered around, bashing its head against the wire roof on the little run, totally panicked.
I was sorely tempted to leave it there, to slowly bash itself to bits as a grim warning to any other birds that would be watching, but that wouldn’t be right. So I lifted the roof off and let the evil devil bird fly away.
Turns out I’ve now had 3 days worth of feeding from what used to be one day’s worth. I hope that damned dove doesn’t spread the word to its voracious mates about how to walk through the coop to get to the food.
(…..and I thought I was so clever….)
Round one to you, Mother Nature! Well played.