I am down to 7 chickens and it feels so damn good. When we got to our sons place yesterday he put the wire crate full of pullets in their chicken run and Clyde was a happy boy! He did a double take and went dancing up to them chatting and being friendly. He showed them the feed and water, etc. Their flock is all Nn now except for Clyde and one hen. Their pig, OMG I'm in love! He's huge but so friendly, lots of belly scratches were in order. When we got there he was in a kiddie pool splashing around and of course he made mud to roll in. He is a daddy's boy big time!
HopTart refused to speak to me for 2 days after her little trip to the vet. I gave her some banana last night and that seems to have done the trick; this morning she was out to say hello and back to snatching her greens from my hand. Little punk!
K that's all for now, I have to go paint