Mum has finally convinced me to get rid of Eskimo, Mr White, and Hamburg to make space for the Silkies and Showgirls I want to get. Eskimo had also turned nasty. I had hopped in the pen to fix the nest up, and bam, I copped one in the face. Shook me up a fair bit as I’ve never had a rooster get me in the face before. That was the only place he could get me though, due to my position. So now the pens are empty (The hens were put in with Mum’s black chooks) and the freezer is fuller. Mum has kindly said that I won’t have to eat them. She’ll cook them up for Dad’s birthday as I will be in the Philippines on a mission trip and I’ll miss his birthday.