I was thinking of you (and always when I think of you, I think of how busy life on a homestead with three children--and now we need to add in "during a plague"--is) the other day because a friend of mine was mourning the loss of some chickens who were killed in broad daylight by *something*, but they didn't see what. I was thinking of the heartbreak you go through with homesteading. And yet joy, too.

Fingers crossed that this time next month your artificial swarm will have worked!