I am still getting a few eggs. On a good day I will have three.
EffieGrace is still hanging in there. I fixed her a little spot in the corner under the plastic in some straw. And I gave her a pretty big helping of sunflower seeds this morning. But looks like Esthelle found them.
Binker buries himself in the straw and seems quite content.
Buns could care less. She never seems to get cold. She eats me out of house and home. She tends to eat her straw rather than snuggle in it.
And then we have another poor molting chicken. Dixie is losing feathers so fast. Why on earth would you be scheduled to molt in the middle of winter?
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