Oh, sadness has struck. Wakana was outside watching the new chicks and noticed one that could not keep up with her mother. She tried to help but it was useless so we set it up in a warm box with some bread crumbs and water. But the little thing was too weak and too near death. Finally she took it out and laid it under a bush because, as she said, she did not want it dying in a box. She is sad and crying though we both knew there was no future for the poor wee thing.

Another hen has arrived with even more chicks in tow. This one has nine little ones running around under her feet. It is birthing time for chickens I guess.