Today is National Poultry Day! Strut your stuff, ladies.

In honor of this day I moved their salad garden to a new spot and let them turn over the old plot (ok, really more of a coincidence, but it worked out well). Happy chickens. Well, except for Magic who is still in isolation unable to walk, but she has been starting to put a little more weight on her left leg and using it to shuffle a little. I suspect a sprained or broken toe, rather than a disease since the leg is not paralyzed. She lets me clean the pine shavings off her beard, like the chickens let the alpha hen do. So there we go.