I made crackers as hors d'ouvres for Christmas dinner so I took some out to the chickens. A lot of the snow has melted and they really enjoyed themselves (and still are as I write) in the back yard with their treat. It makes me feel glad to see tham so fat and happy, even Demeter. Their brief exposure to the world of major pecking order seems to have them thanking their lucky stars for tyheir own small flock. Demeter used to have a raw spot on her neck from apparent abuse, and now she is all healed up. I suppose it's possible that poor Hannah was the one who was doing it. If so, Demeter is certainly happier for Hannah's untimely demise.
Anyway, Merry Christmas, chickens, and many happy returns.