I am guessing that it was the therapy that finally got the gals back in the groove....or was it that talk that I had with Elvis...you know the one....where I just happened to mention chicken stew. Unfortunately, though, in order to pay off our enormous therapy bill (we submitted the bill to our health insurance, but they rejected it!) we will have to start charging $25.99 per dozen eggs. Well, perhaps we will have to market them as "stress-free" chicken eggs!
Seriously though, what I have learned is this: chickens do stop laying when they moult...and it takes a bit of a while for them to get back in the groove. Coincidentally, though, they stopped laying right after we had a neighbor's dog attack and kill several of their friends. We had blamed post traumatic stress disorder for their lack of laying. So, the mystery still remains....was it the moult, or PTSD. Gosh, with what we paid in therapy bills, I sure hope it wasn't just the moult!
Whatever the cause, I am just glad to see these girls hard at work again!! Keep it up girls, you have to make up for quite a deficit!