I have been slacking. Lots has happened and here is the short version.
We had a chicken that lived in the garage because the others decided to eat on it's feet. The rooster, being a large cock of nearly 13 pounds, ruined the girls' back feathers when he mounted them. We gave the two of them to my wife's mom for mother's day. Mr. Fancy Pants became like a dog for them, following anyone who wandered from the house. Bridget's mom wanted to have little chicks, but the Brahma girl was still less than a year old, and not at all broody. 6 weeks passed, and something ate them. Wild dogs were the suspects as the corn is tall and one was killed in broad daylight. It was over a week before we heard the news, and it turns out the in-laws were so attached to the birds that they want us to raise new ones for them.
Of course we are happy to do it.
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