They began to look unhealthy, so I put anti-bacterial medication in their water for a week. It seemed to help a lot:
Then I cleaned their room, a job I do not look forward to. I now plan to attempt to sell about half of them, but haven't done so yet. Stay tuned:
The little hens seemed as healthy as could be, so they never got medication:
Their egg laying went down to an average of one per day (for the whole flock):
But they were healthy and happy, despite not being allowed to go outside:
But on the day I cleaned the pigeon and chicken rooms, I did let them outside. They seemed ridiculously happy, running and chasing bugs, rolling onto their sides to bask in the sun, strutting and clucking:
Alas, three of them began fighting like roosters. It didn't last, though, and hens don't have spurs like roosters, so I wasn't concerned (although I did break it up). They were soon friends again:
The little Easter Egger bantams went one way:
And ventured too close to the dog fence, where Seamus watched them and dreamed of chicken dinners:
And the Barred Rock bantams went off on their own:
When the cleaning was all done, I went out to bring the hens back inside and found feathers. I began to panic, thinking a fox had gotten another hen, but when I used a leaf rake to herd them all back inside, I learned that they were all there and in fine shape. I may let them out occasionally now that autumn is here:
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