I know you’ve been holding your breath, so here it is. The chicks have grown and become chickens, in the way chickens do, and astonishingly we still have six of them.

They’re learning to tolerate Zeke with only a squawk or two,

and even put up with Apricot’s watchful eyes.

However, they have yet to produce eggs.  Since their nesting boxes are still on order (my orders, to myself), this is probably just as well.  Don’t worry, though, I’ll be sure to let you know when the first omelet appears.

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