15 eggs last week. Lacking one laying hen made a big difference in production.

Last night when locking the chickens up, I startled (and was startled by) a possum that was helping itself to a bit of left over cat food. I don't think this is the creature who may have done in one of my layers (recent forensic evidence - some scattered feathers near one of the other farm buildings - led us to the conclusion that the missing hen may have been done in) because one of the White Plymouth Rocks was sitting in the tack room watching the possum eat cat food.

This same White Rock is now on the list to be culled - probably soon. It isn't acting right. I thought it might be blind, because it was staggering around and bumping into the side of the barn - but it does seem to see me coming to pick her up and move her out of the way. Maybe she's just fallen to the bottom of the pecking order and is bruised and abused. Will have to check the Backyard Chickens board to see what kind of wisdom I can find there.