This evening when I went out to feed the chickens, I saw that one of the hens has returned. The mother hen, in fact. All of the other chickens, roosters included, are her offspring, so maybe they will come find her. And Homero says he heard chickens clucking in the neighbor's barn, and I know for a fact that the neighbor lady doesn't have any chickens, because she told me how much she misses having farm fresh eggs (I left a dozen on her porch). I'm feeling much more hopeful. Now we have three out of the five new hens, and we didn't care about the roosters anyway. We were going to eat them.
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