Our chickens stopped laying. They went from thirty a day to four literally overnight. We did have one quite cool day, but that couldn’t have sent them into a molt already, could it? If not, and I think not, where are the other 26 eggs? We were kind of counting on eggs till September, the usual molting season. Our new ladies won’t start laying until sometime in the fall, and I’ve noticed it’s really hard to get by without eggs.
Another irrelevant photo, this time of the wheat field across the street. It was harvested this week, and the whole field has an uneven, scalped look to it. Many other wheat fields were harvested several weeks ago.
I spy my handsome man, coming home from mowing the fields for the cows, and just in time for lunch!
I spy our tractor tire, blown apart, wobbling off the rim. The tractor is out of commission until we get the tire fixed.
Poor Dave. It hits a man hard when his tractor goes down.