Gracie doesn't look bad today, but Meg does. Crop issue. She was spitting up water, her crop is waterlogged, so probably is soured a bit. Tom said he thought she was going to die when she came down the ramp. We put her in the hospital cage. Could be, at her age, her system is beginning to shut down. She just got over pneumonia, poor thing.
I'm about to make some major flock changes around here. We're just tired. Need simpified flock arrangement and old ladies' coop back. Poor Reba can't even fight off the bantam roosters now. Sigh. Someone is coming to get Nugget's kid this weekend. She's through mothering him and the little heathen is mating her every day! He's EIGHT weeks old, for crying out loud!