We started with 11 hand me down hens a year and a half ago. I was afraid the wildlife would devour the chickens at our old house in the woods, so I did not want to invest a lot of cash. We were gifted some older girls, most with great demeanors. Since I did scare off a full size bear at the coop door one night, a hawk was the only predator who got lucky. I declared ourselves successful chicken farmers and was going to buy chicks last year. I changed my mind after thinking about having 2 kids under the age of two with a family of baby chicks. Good thing...I didn't know we would be moving with two little ones as well.
Fast forward to today, we have only 2 lone chickens left. Not laying, so I just ordered a bunch of baby chicks from the farm store. I went to feed the girls this morning and only found one. Oh no, I thought. I figured I knew what was in store. I prepared myself to have the wind knocked out of me again from finding a dead chicken (so not the glamorous part of raising chickens). I found our barred rock behind a wooden boat, hunkered down behind an empty window pane. I poked her and she moved. I was thinking she was on her way out. But then she moved, and I found this:
Certainly a great start to a day.