I keep peering nervously out at our chicken coop. One of the strange things about this illness is that when a chicken dies, he usually rolls belly up with his legs sticking into the air. It is humorous in a macabre sort of way. So whenever we see feet in the air, we know we have a problem. So far today, no dead chickens. So far.
It is probably too little, too late, but Kevin has thoroughly cleaned the waterer which we think is the source of the illness.
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So sorry to hear about your chickens. Now will you guys butcher them and still eat them or no because of their illness?
Glad to hear about your son reading and your daughter writing.
That's awesome.
Glad to hear about your pregnancy is well and rest and relaxation helped.
Sheila
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