I’m doing little 5×7 paintings of each bird. Here’s Dolley. Even in this picture you can see her oversized crop, poor girl. Scott got more medication because they gave us just enough for the doses we were supposed to give her, but of course most of that didn’t actually go down the hatch. So we’re trying again.
It hailed this morning–big, pea-sized hail that completely covered the garden. The chickens have let it be known that they would prefer a more temperate climate. Or at least hot oatmeal in the morning, something that more devoted chicken owners than I have been known to deliver to their birds on cold mornings.