Well, I lied last night. We lost one of the Flopsy's babies yesterday and didn't realize it until this morning when they all got up.
I'd gotten a phone message from Ms. Fleur while we were at the festival that there was a big chicken ruckus going on. Guess that was it. Now whether the baby got snatched from the sky or ground, we do not know and probably never will. But it's sad. It was the little blond-faced one, they one we called Marilyn.
Ah, not a good beginning to a day.