30 yrs ago I started losing my hens. I'd find them with their heads gone. One night after dark I went out to the coop to collect eggs. As I was reaching into the nesting box to get the eggs, I thought one of the cats was in the box until I looked and realized it was a possom. That possum met my 12 guage real quick.
A few weeks ago I lost one of my meat birds that I held back from butchering. I found it on the other side of the indoor arena where it stayed at night. It was dead and half eaten. I then found out it another possum and that one too met our .22. This was the first hen that I had lost in 30 yrs. I had lost lots of chicks to rats, but between trapping and poisin, I haven't seen signs of rats in months and months.
Never trust your dog..no matter how small. A chick that had been hatched in the loft of our barn, fell 8 ft down to the ground. I came in to do chaores and could hear it. I started chasing it around and beore I could get it, my yorkie ran in, grabbed it, it squeaked, she thought she had a new squeakie toy, and then she ran off with it, biting it all the way. Needless to say her squeaky toy was dead and had to be disposed of.
I must say that I never locked my chickens up on the coop. I didn't see the need. wrong. All last week I was on vacation and had the neighbor girl doing chores. I came home at 11pm and went to the barn to put away my new Araucana chicks that another BYCer gave me. I walk into the aisleway of the arena and ther are 4 kits (baby raccons) perched on a shelving unit. Hubby comes down and does away with them. Next day I realize abt 8 or9 of my 13 hens are gone and some of my 12 wk old pullets and roos that roost on an old trailer parked in the arena. That night we trapped a male coon. The last 2 nights I haven't gotten anything in the trap. I know momma has to still be out there so after reading about marshmellows, I will be going to the store tomorrow.
My brother used to trap coon and he used apples with anise flavoring. He said they would go crazy over them and cats didn't bother them. I've tried it here but no one was interested.
Its really sad in the morning to lok out my bedroom window and hardly any chickens out there doing what chickens love to do best. I had mine so that they would come when I called. boy do I miss them.
A few weeks ago I lost one of my meat birds that I held back from butchering. I found it on the other side of the indoor arena where it stayed at night. It was dead and half eaten. I then found out it another possum and that one too met our .22. This was the first hen that I had lost in 30 yrs. I had lost lots of chicks to rats, but between trapping and poisin, I haven't seen signs of rats in months and months.
Never trust your dog..no matter how small. A chick that had been hatched in the loft of our barn, fell 8 ft down to the ground. I came in to do chaores and could hear it. I started chasing it around and beore I could get it, my yorkie ran in, grabbed it, it squeaked, she thought she had a new squeakie toy, and then she ran off with it, biting it all the way. Needless to say her squeaky toy was dead and had to be disposed of.
I must say that I never locked my chickens up on the coop. I didn't see the need. wrong. All last week I was on vacation and had the neighbor girl doing chores. I came home at 11pm and went to the barn to put away my new Araucana chicks that another BYCer gave me. I walk into the aisleway of the arena and ther are 4 kits (baby raccons) perched on a shelving unit. Hubby comes down and does away with them. Next day I realize abt 8 or9 of my 13 hens are gone and some of my 12 wk old pullets and roos that roost on an old trailer parked in the arena. That night we trapped a male coon. The last 2 nights I haven't gotten anything in the trap. I know momma has to still be out there so after reading about marshmellows, I will be going to the store tomorrow.
My brother used to trap coon and he used apples with anise flavoring. He said they would go crazy over them and cats didn't bother them. I've tried it here but no one was interested.
Its really sad in the morning to lok out my bedroom window and hardly any chickens out there doing what chickens love to do best. I had mine so that they would come when I called. boy do I miss them.