Was talking to my sister at family gathering on the 4th. She went from 8 eggs a day to one or two, with lots of egg shells laying around.
She staked out the coop, and discovered that starlings (pestiferous invasive-species birds, for those of you who are fortunate enough not to have them) were flying in the chicken entry door and breaking and eating the eggs.
BIL put a tennis racket in the henhouse, and he and the starlings now have regular "come to Jesus" meetin's. Of course, it is the starlings who end up meeting their maker.
They plan to just keep dispatching them, rather than close the entry door- they will sacrifice a few eggs for the demise of the pests. And BIL, an otherwise stoic Norwegian, seems to enjoy the sport of it, and Sis just wants that he should be happy.
She staked out the coop, and discovered that starlings (pestiferous invasive-species birds, for those of you who are fortunate enough not to have them) were flying in the chicken entry door and breaking and eating the eggs.
BIL put a tennis racket in the henhouse, and he and the starlings now have regular "come to Jesus" meetin's. Of course, it is the starlings who end up meeting their maker.
They plan to just keep dispatching them, rather than close the entry door- they will sacrifice a few eggs for the demise of the pests. And BIL, an otherwise stoic Norwegian, seems to enjoy the sport of it, and Sis just wants that he should be happy.