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I have a situation going on for the few weeks at work that I can't seem to get my head round.

One bright afternoon, giving the hutch a good clean, chatting to our girls - I have now sorted out what I need to do at work.

People don't need therapy - they just need to clean out a chicken hutch to get things in the correct order :)

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If only! I don't get a chance to think about anything else but chickens whilst cleaning out the Cube as I have three of the girls coming to inspect my work constantly :roll:

 

Ginger knows when I am going to take the back off as she hangs around my feet and as soon as I have taken it off she has jumped up into the nest :!:

 

They seem to love being in the nest from the other side rather than go up the ladder, it's as if it is forbidden territory :D They make me laugh every time I clean them out, but I agree with your title Chickenopolis, they are my therapy :lol:

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