Eggs, Eggs, Eggs

 My kitchen is distinctive in the sense that it’s got very different things sitting on shelfs and tables.   At present I have twelve incubating eggs brewing.   The chooks downstairs grew into big birds and we are keen to introduce the bigger size into the flock.   The big black rooster had three big girls to himself for the past week and a half and the result is twelve beautiful big eggs to incubate.   Hopefully each one is fertile and we should have 12 fluffy babies in the near future.  Unfortunately I still do not know how to candled the eggs or sex the babies which is a skill I’m keen to learn about.    Today I let the birds out together as the total amount of eggs wanted was collected.  It was time to re-unite them. The roosters had a boxing match with each other.   There were  plenty kicks and pecking going on and at one stage it took all of my control to stop from running down to put an end to it.   The red rooster had the black rooster subdued on the ground.  He lay so still I thought for a minute he was dead!  I knew that this friction fight was to happen if they were to establish the pecking order again now that the black rooster is back on the scene.    Later this afternoon I examined them each to see the war wounds.   Each of them had blood drawn around the head area but both were not to worse for wear.   Best of all they established that the red rooster is “chief sitting bull!”