So all you bleeding heart chicken lovers can relax a bit. We put a golf ball in one of the nest boxes and I found an egg in there today. Yay! Seems like the shrike that killed Deary got the rest of them silly with fright and even my daily exhortations to produce or die didn't make it through to their teeny tiny brain pans.
dear departed Deary and Ruby looking on last winter
when they were just chicks in the brooder - isn't Blondie funny? He was a rooster that went to live at another farm...he was very cute.
here is Mama Crow with Jackmo(our rooster) and Sissy Miss Prissy (our princess)