I'm not worried about the chickens. They will survive. I am worried about me. I think I am 10 pounds lighter and a couple inches shorter, cuz I am melting.
My broody that got attacked by the coon is still alive, swelling is down and she is moving around once in a while. But get this. She is SITTING AGAIN, on golf balls. What am I doing to do with her? I can't break her brood and she is sooooo thin, you can see her ribs through her feathers.
Edited to say: Ray has the solution to her broodiness. Give her a couple of eggs that the big broody is sitting on that are scheduled to hatch our first day back from vacation. Sometimes I rememeber why I love that man.