The broilers discovered their weed habitat.
One broiler is so fat that its leg sticks out and it must scoot around in circles.
Grandma ordered a food ration because my broilers were fatter than hers....
BUT, the broilers did not like their diet.
They cheated by biting a hole in the feed bag.
The Rhode Island Reds get cooped up inside, but they have plenty of space to fly around. I often greet them in the morning, "And how are the murderers doing?" Grandma calls them the cannibals because they pecked up the broilers twice, drawing blood both times.
The old hens got locked up this week because they got caught dust bathing in the new lawn.
I chased them all inside before Dad got home.
We also set up gopher traps in the cornfield. Nothing caught, yet.
The barn swallows' eggs hatched this week. They love using chicken feathers for their nest!
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