Tonight, my back and elbow are feeling the effects of being middle aged and spending several hours shoveling things.
After checking all of the roosting hens with a flashlight this evening, and getting pecked & pooped on, it appears that I have marked all of them with color coded leg bands. We will probably have a butchering/canning day here soon. Survival of the fittest, baby.
I'm off to find some Advil and a heating pad. Nighty night!