[[Edit: As silently as they deleted them, Facebook has restored all of the old posts.]]

So, once again, it would seem that Facebook’s AI algorithm has decided that I am not a real person. But this time they deleted every single post that I’ve created to date on my FB Vermontism account linking back to this blog.

The last time this happened they at least sent a note to my other account, alerting me they were attempting to disbelieve my existence. This time they just deleted everything I’d ever posted, and that everyone had ever commented on, without warning.

I will admit that I’m getting a little weary of this nonsense… I opened a help ticket with them again, but I’m feeling like this will be the last time that I do so.

If this happens again, it will be apparent that either they don’t want me using their software because reasons or, more likely, they are so slavishly following a faulty algorithm (with zero oversight) that I’m beginning to think that I shouldn’t be connected to them at all, including through my personal account.

We’ll see how they respond, but I mention it today in case you’re confused as to why you haven’t seen any links on Facebook from Vermontism. It would be because they don’t think I’m real.

Okay, back to the chickens.

So with all the fuss over our new little ones (yes, a Quicky Chicky Check-In will follow in just a moment) it’s easy to forget that we still have a flock of older girls outside.

And with the recent attack, I feel like I need to remain especially vigilant. Which means going outside and making noises to remind anything with fangs or talons or a body built for fantastic speeds that I am on watch over these birds…and to leave them the hell alone.

And so every hour or so I try to wander outside and clap and talk and, if things are wandering a bit too close, fire a rifle at them.

And so, in between meetings, I do things like this…

And then I have to remind them why it’s important to come with me when I make that weird “burrrrp, burrrrp, burrrrp!” noise.

Now, as for the new girls…

We’ve obviously taken away the paper towel substrate, and so they’ve been busying themselves all day with scratching and pecking at the wood shavings in there.

What might not be as obvious is that we actually raised the height of the brooder heater up to its highest setting.

And yes, the Angry Donald Trump Chicken back there is still displeased about all of it.

Overall they’re doing quite well and spend most of their days running around like headles…wait… They just run around in their bin throughout the day…all hopped up on youth.

See you tomorrow.

j.s.