Originally Posted by chicken19
My mom came stomping into the house today crying. She was feeding the animals this morning and saw a pine marten in the coop when she opened the door.
He killed all the hens except for Lala. I jump out of bed and run to the coop. The hens lay strewn around on the coop floor. None had been eaten.
Left was Icabode (a rooster with a bad ear infection that's under treatment) who will need to be put down ASAP because of his injuries (ripped comb and wattle), and his infection, Stu (Icabode's brother) who looks all beaten up but will be fine with some TLC, and Lala (one of my favourite hens) who is fine.
The dead chickens were Lady Adele, Tiny, Cupcake, Ivy and Flame. I raised Flame from a 2 week old chick abandoned on the side of the road on good friday.
She was my top hen. My baby. Lady Adele was from my friend's mom when we needed more hens for the flock, she had a comb that flopped to the side. Tiny came with Lady and was bald in some places, and skinny but we nursed her to a big happy hen. Cupcake was my little girl, the one who had never pecked (up until the day before yesterday). She was my little baby girl. She and Ivy (and Lala) were my Christmas birds. They were my little fluffy girls. They had just started laying.
I was brick about this. No crying or whimpering is going to help the rest of them. I need to get some more ladies for Lala and Stu. I almost can't hold back the tears.
These hens were my sweet, fluffy, grumpy, amazing girls.
Well, I'm off to go find some more coop protection:)
I loved you so much girls and you did NOT deserve this.