Either Fizz is infertile or he's not doing his job as well as we thought - it's difficult to be sure about the latter since his exuberant tail feathers hide all the action. There is an element of blame attached to the ladies concerned too. We've sometimes found eggs that weren't under nice warm bits of either Maggie or Tu-Tu.
I shall sit them all down later today and discuss the joys of barbecues!
PS Before anyone shouts at me - I don't eat my chickens
