Last night our coop was attacked. Mad clucking in the henhouse. The rooster held firm and did all he could. A flashlight search and rescue went underway and all but two hens were recovered. And then again upon awakening from the desperate buck buck bucking Lee searched within the garden gate at 4 am with success. Down to one gone. A fox was likely the culprit. I was hoping he would pick off the one with the prolapse, but it looks like he left that up to me.
All this got me to wondering how safe our fifty meat birds will be outside, when we send them out just as soon as they can’t fit through the electric fence. Which led me to thinking about bears and the possibility of them storming our hives. Which got me thinking about how much the deer will love to eat the flower heads of everything in my cut flower beds in the lower pasture. Which sorta put me into a fit of giggles. Lee chasing chickens at 4am. Me up worrying about lions, tigers, and bears. Ah yes, we are in the thick of it.
I noticed the cat in the rustic fence picture!
My daughter has those same pastels in the last one.
I hate it when I lose chickens…HATE IT…and it’s inevitable, seems that EVERYONE loves a good chicken dinner. So sorry about the raid but glad you only lost the one. Yes, I understand that shaky feeling like, “okay what tragic thing is going to happen next?” and the mind races….perhaps its a lower variation of post traumatic stress? 🙂
Happy weekend…(I love your blog)
haha yes mo mo is a high wire walker for sure:) And yes, I really didn’t like putting that hen down this morning. Felt really wrong. It was our fault, we just didn’t shut the darn door. thank you for the compliment! It really means a lot. Happy weekend to you too!!