The chicks are almost three months old now.

Looks like someone’s down pillow has a leak in it.

Unfortunately those were chicken feathers, more evidence of the coyotes (paw print is in the center).

A dangerous hood for a chicken, we’ve now lost eight layers (ones we brought from VA).  By now I thought that we would be able to provide some eggs for others but the loss of that many hens has become noticeable at the breakfast table.

Blaise providing chicken over-watch.  He’s wearing tactical winter shorts with cold weather crocks and a seriously under-powered BB g un.

The only sure way to solve the Coyote problem.

This is “Buckey.”  

He really likes the girls.

So we have to separate him with this electric moat.  He will jump one run of netting so we put up the second so that he wouldn’t miss out when landing.  He now stays in his paddock.  Love can’t overcome 7,000 volts.

Trins is holding a new kid on the block. This is what happens after Buckey spends time with the girls but the timing and the matching has got to be right.  (Trins: "...whaaat is on Keena's face?")