When they get into the cow pasture the chickens have a hard time figuring out how to get out. This is particularly true of the younger ones. So I think this is what happened to this young white hen near the gate, and she became a raptor’s dinner.
The peacock is growing new feathers. They look beautiful in the morning sun.
And the hens are laying particularly well in January. We are getting an average of 18 eggs per day (this is 19 from yesterday).