There is a certain amount of attrition in farming. Some intentional. Some accidental.
Laying hens are one thing that we bring on the farm every year. Some losses we can account for. Others remain a mystery.
Today our most recent additional flick was split up. When they first go out from the brooder and onto the field the girls are small, and need each other to stay warm.
But time has passed, each gen has grown and they each need more space.
Today about half moved themselves into a new pen. Each door was opened, feed added into the new pen, and doors were closed when about half had moved.
We used to pick up and hand carry each bird. Food is a much more effective method to move livestock.
Double the amount of space for every hen. After the photo the pens were relocated onto fresh grass. A good life!