- Aug 23, 2012
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Lost my first chicken today. They were happily digging around the backyard about 10am, when a coyote jumped the fence and took Uberious (long story on the name). She was a barred rock, almost 4 months old, and the leader of our small flock of 4. We have a large and secure coop and have read all the warnings about predators, but I guess I assumed that if something hopped our fence it would be loud - barking, squawking, etc., and not on a lovely Saturday morning. Our chickens were also so big, I figured nothing was going to mess with them. I didn't count on a silent predator. Foolish.
My oldest daughter went outside and saw the coyote with Uberious. She started screaming and crying. When we calmed her down enough to find out what was wrong, we searched all over the neighborhood, but didn't find anything but feathers. My daughter made a grave with a headstone, and buried a feather with her first Advent calendar chocolate. She wrote a eulogy on the headstone that begin with "We loved Uberious. . . " and ended with "I hope she loved us, too." I thought I owed it to her and to to Uberious to tell the story to those who would understand. Thank you all for your knowledge, experience, and loving support.
My oldest daughter went outside and saw the coyote with Uberious. She started screaming and crying. When we calmed her down enough to find out what was wrong, we searched all over the neighborhood, but didn't find anything but feathers. My daughter made a grave with a headstone, and buried a feather with her first Advent calendar chocolate. She wrote a eulogy on the headstone that begin with "We loved Uberious. . . " and ended with "I hope she loved us, too." I thought I owed it to her and to to Uberious to tell the story to those who would understand. Thank you all for your knowledge, experience, and loving support.