This would have been my third spring with chickens. I was just talking to a friend last night about bears, and commented how we haven't had any bear problems since living here, and the time I'm really concerned is in the spring. This morning at about 0700 I was on the porch, the dog was out, and my husband went out to check the wood boiler before leaving for work. The chickens hadn't been let out yet. I put my son on the bus at 0810, put the ATV away and went to let the chickens out. The outer run fence was bent in three places. The chicken door was torn off. One slaughtered chicken was in the run. Seven slaughtered chickens were in the coop. Three piles of feathers were in the outer run. All eleven chickens. Gone. Bear prints all about. Remains of two chickens and three piles of scat out in the woods. This happened between 0700 and 0800, while I was getting my son ready for school. I called my closest neighbor to ask about their chickens, and heard that they lost three two nights ago to a predator that tore into their coop. From the beginning I knew this was a possibility. But I had been lucky, until now. Poor chickens
