...ok...not a werewolf... but I did watch a huge coyote come up out of the forest and snag one of my hens, this morning, right before my eyes. I couldn't believe its size and speed. It was like Jacob from Twilight grabbing one of my girls. The one I saw him grab has escaped and survived, but one of my other older hens was not so lucky.
RIP Edna Garrett. You will be missed.
Now I have a real problem on my hands. I still have 6 week old chicks who are used to free ranging every day with their Mother (they were on a protected side of the yard from the carnage, this morning). They can also fit through my pen wire still. I won't be allowing the rest to range anymore, but I don't know how in the world I am going to keep them in the pen where they at least have some cover and a rooster to help look after them. They will still leave the pen even if their Mother cannot.
Having a xanax, and a cup of tea...listening for drama...
RIP Edna Garrett. You will be missed.
Now I have a real problem on my hands. I still have 6 week old chicks who are used to free ranging every day with their Mother (they were on a protected side of the yard from the carnage, this morning). They can also fit through my pen wire still. I won't be allowing the rest to range anymore, but I don't know how in the world I am going to keep them in the pen where they at least have some cover and a rooster to help look after them. They will still leave the pen even if their Mother cannot.
Having a xanax, and a cup of tea...listening for drama...