So egg production had gone to zero – and their food was at an end.
My ladies have gone ( I hope ) to chicken heaven. Dispatching is horrible. I am proud that I did it quickly and humanely. The first one seemed to know what was going to happen – so much so that my eldest who was inside the house heard it and told Mummy that he heard a chicken was crying for help. He was probably right. It was flippin’ loud.
So the plan is to clean the run out this weekend – then think about when we want to get some more ladies.