No. eleven
I finished the eleventh zentangle for the Relay for Life. This was fun because I was parked in front of the telly watching the royal wedding preparations.
One of our hens, Rafaela, is trying to hatch a golf ball. I put it into a nest box months ago, before anyone was old enough to lay eggs, to give the girls the idea of what they were to do and where. It worked - the first eggs were in that box.
Flash forward several months. Rafaela has decided to stop laying until the golf ball hatches. She is broody, day and night, and doesn't like to be disturbed - and when she is she immediately returns to her post. I've heard that this might go on for three weeks, the normal time for eggs to turn into chicks. I don't know how long it takes for golf balls.
One of our hens, Rafaela, is trying to hatch a golf ball. I put it into a nest box months ago, before anyone was old enough to lay eggs, to give the girls the idea of what they were to do and where. It worked - the first eggs were in that box.
Flash forward several months. Rafaela has decided to stop laying until the golf ball hatches. She is broody, day and night, and doesn't like to be disturbed - and when she is she immediately returns to her post. I've heard that this might go on for three weeks, the normal time for eggs to turn into chicks. I don't know how long it takes for golf balls.
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