I’m frustrated, irritated, discouraged, and a bit concerned. I have 18 laying hens. No, I have 18 hens. ONE of them is laying. The others, the Buff Orpingtons and Rhodies – the ones that have faithfully given me enough eggs for my family, and the neighbors, and the neighbors’ families — those girls began to molt about two months ago, and haven’t yet begun to lay again. I don’t think they’re interested in that job any more. The nest boxes – all but one — haven’t even had a visitor. The straw that makes such nice, sweet-smelling nests hasn’t been inspected or disturbed.
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