They want my veggies.
These were broccoli and capsicum...
Here you go... chickened capsicum.
And the broccoli.
And here are the offenders... they don't have names, although it has been suggested K, F and C, which I did think was pretty funny. So this is the black and white spotty one.
The red one.
And our lovely little silkie. She is just beautiful, so gentle, and a great layer, I get almost one egg a day from her. Sweet little teeny eggs too. She is the only one the boys can catch, and they put her in their prams or trucks and push her around.
Anyway, I'm not letting them out again until I get over this current attack... I wonder if chickens understand when they are on time out?