I am sure that many of you are chomping at the bit waiting for news of our Fowl. Francis and Amber are going strong. They roost in the tree despite my best efforts to provide them a shelter from the rain. Nightshade, our older hen, died from some mysterious illness, which I was unable to cure. The older Rooster, Pretentious, fled the area shortly after, which was good because it is just not fun to have two roosters and one hen. Amber sat some eggs in Feb. and the next generation was up and moving around the yard after some weeks of the coup. But one afternoon a stray dog found a gap in the back fence and had itself a tasty little snack on legs. Amber gives us plenty of eggs and the yolks are a vivid living color. Francis is a fairly squawky one and there are days when I wish for a slingshot in the morning as he roves around under the windows indicating that he is awake to the world, while I only wish a few more winks. But that is the danger of having fowl in the yard.