bok, b-b-b-bok

I've been meaning to post picks for a while, but I've been in a big ol' funk lately.
You know when you find out that your pregnant, but don't tell anyone for 3 months "just in case?" (...and no I'm not thankyouverymuch!)
That's how I've felt about our chickens. We've had too many deaths and it's been a bit traumatizing for all of us.
But we've now figure out the culprit, and I'm pretty sure our fatalities have subsided.
The culprit is the neighbors cat. But not just any neighbor, the neighbor with the permanent yard sale, the one that was busted about two years ago for having a meth lab.
And now their Stupid Meth Lab Cat is responsible for the lives of four our girls.
See people, drugs kill!
Our chickens are now on serious lockdown. They are allowed two supervised releases per day, once in the morning and once in the afternoon.
Otherwise our little flock of six are sweet.
They are about 3 months old now, so they won't be giving us breakfast for another 2 months.
Their names are Lulu and Ginger (Americanas)
Flower and Daisy (buff orpingtons)
and Roxy and Cocoa (barred rocks)