Betsy's leg is much, much better so she went back with Bash. Bailey's crop is still weird, not impacted, not bloated, just not emptying overnight. And she won't eat anything unless she goes on range and eats the seed heads off the grasses or eats a few bites of pancake I make with butternut squash. So, either she'll do what's necessary to live or she won't.
Today, I noticed that Gypsy, my black Ameraucana, was a bit off. She seemed tired and slow today. She has never had any bloating or egg issues, hasn't laid in about four years and she'll be 11 years old next month. If she just drops dead of old age, I'll consider it a blessing for her and me. She is healthy with no issues that I'm aware of, though one leg is a bit stiff for a few steps after she's been sitting awhile, sort of like me! Gosh, I love that hen. She is my heart. She was such a great friend to my late crippled Zane, always wanted to be in his cage with him or lay her egg next to him.
I'm working on a humongous quilt, getting it done bit by bit. It's almost a king size. If it would just cool off, I might be able to do more in a day.
Heard coyotes a lot the last week or so at night. And some sound that could have been a large owl, can't say for sure, but sounded like a Great Gray owl, very deep voice. And some other stuff that might have been foxes, bizarre night sounds that I couldn't place. Usually, I know what I'm hearing, but not lately. There be monsters in my woods!