The two surviving hens are laying eggs. On Saturday, Chuck put in the fence for the chicken yard (which is great — photos to come) and he was rewarded by finding the very first egg. Since then, they’ve each been laying one a day — little eggs, about half the size of a commercial egg, but then again, they’re still sort of little hens.

Here’s a photo of an egg in the nesting box. It’s like a prize every time I find one — very cool.

We also let them wander around the yard, which seemed to entertain them mightily. They explored the flower beds, and I’m hoping they ate some bugs. Although this morning I caught them eating the green raspberries, so they got shooed back into their yard.