I've been feeling bad for my chickens. They ate every bit of life in their 40'x50' yard. We have fenced of an area for our goats (that we're getting in 7 weeks ) and figured it would be ok for the chickens to go out in that area in the evenings before bed time a forage a bit. THEY HAD A BALL!!!! They ran out of that chicken yard as soon as I held the door open for them. They will be sleeping well tonight with crops full of grass and fresh bugs and we'll enjoy bright orange yolks again. I had to fix a part of the fence after I realized they could get through it. I was working on it and felt something warm on my hand...I cut myself: (Imagine a bloody hand pitcure here, deleted because of it being to graphic) Here's their barren wasteland of a chicken yard: Here's what it used to look like last summer: GRASS!!!!: Finding bugs: Walking with their man: Lt Colonel Bok Bok (Dominique): Then as the sun started to go down and DH went to refill their feeder for the next day the chickens ran back into their yard: That's it...thanks for looking!