And just like that, we're done. No more chickens in the backyard. Or fresh eggs. There was an unfortunate incident with the neighbor dog(s). Not sure how it happened, but we will not rush to replace the chickens.
Pictured: My favorite hen of all time, the only one we ever named: Floyd.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: Ecclesiastes 3:1 ESV