I went to a nearby farm that sells eggs and bought Fran, an older egg-laying hen for $10. She was the scrawniest hen I could find, pecked over and featherless in spots. We will fatten her up. I think we will continue to give the hens and Winston free reign over the farm. There is always a hawk or fox risk but perhaps they will stay closer to the barns and the dogs. Alice was out in the open by herself. We’ll figure it out.

I went over and got the hen and brought it back and actually fooled Maria, rare. I told her I was going to sign a book at Gardenworks. Winston and Meg smacked the new hen around a bit but things seem to have settled down. Life on the farm.