Morning provided a nice surprise. All the new hens who spent the night outside were alive, only because the coons and foxes haven't figured out yet that I bought some stupid, uncooperative chickens. :( They may figure it out tonight, so I am not getting my hopes up.
Morning also provided a sad blow. My largest older hen, a gorgeous buff orphington was dead on the floor of the coop below the roosts. No blood, no wounds, no physical trauma was visible but her neck was floppy. Supposing there was a struggle and she broke it somehow?
New hens that were in the coop didn't want to come out. Caught a few of them and introduced them to the nesting boxes. Hope they figure that out because they just layed eggs all over the place last night. Even found one egg in the water bowl.
Another strange thing. Most of these hens are spending a lot of time standing on one leg. What's that all about?
I didn't realize how blessed I was with my first batch of hens. This new batch, my first attempt to increase my flock, may make me decide that store-bought eggs are just fine.
