Read all about it: Stolen chicken!

"The chicken yard was a classic crime scene: Coop open. Hatch lying on the ground. T-Rex, Gertrude’s long-suffering subordinate, standing dumbfounded."

The NYTimes gives voice -- and a happy ending -- to my worst chicken-nightmare.

More eggs!

Not only are the hens surviving the ice storm and the cold weather, but their egg production is up. Joan--always reliable Joan--has given us an egg every day for the last 8 days, but this morning there was an egg from one of the other girls as well. I retrieved Joan's egg this cold morning, and then, about an hour later, there was a second egg in the coop. It's nearly indistinguishable from the eggs that Joan has been giving us. Is it Peggy? Is it Betty? In the words of the authors of so many terrible philosophy papers, "Who's to say?"