Here's the bear's surprisingly small hole in my once beautiful chicken tractor:

The remaining chicks seem to be fully recovered and thankfully much less blood-splattered. The few with scrapes and punctures aren't letting it interrupt their ravenous morning attack on the feed trough. Perhaps their freakish rate of growth allows them to heal unnaturally fast as well! Luckily they appear to be too stupid to be emotionally scarred from their horribly violent brush with death. Many were already back to eating and drinking before we'd finished separating the dead and wounded last night - strange!

On a much lighter note, the twin kids were cuddled up in mom's feeder this morning. Ever so cute:

And here's the new goat hay feeder I built saturday to reduce feed waste (huge problem around here). It's really fun to have a woodshop, even if it's very ill-equipted, and like any self-respecting farm/ranch we have a huge assortment of building materials, aka junk. I sure miss Olaf's awesome wood and metal shops when I'm swapping our one feeble battery from the screw gun to the chop saw and back again. Or when I'm picking through the screw bucket!

In other exciting news, Peter brought three new rabbits to the ranch yesterday to start up our meat bunny enterprise! He built them really cool hutches (which now seem not very bear-proof), and they're stationed in our garden for weed disposal and cuteness. Currently the buns have a view of this new wacko community gardener who showed up this morning with her latino gardener and is ordering him around to set up her tiny plot - Bizarre!