They've been moved to a new coop entirely.
Honestly, it's a shed but the survivors are so freaked out, I wasn't
about to put them back in the horror house.
I went out with a flashlight and followed some feathers.
These lead me to my burn barrels and fresh tracks.
Coyote tracks with smaller coyote tracks.
Apparently they are training their pups.
We have buried railroad ties around the outside run to deter animals from digging in.
A metal frame from an old trampoline rounds out one area.
Aviary netting, of course.
As I said, hardware cloth was skimped on.
It's hard for a man to listen to a woman when he is building it.
I'm torn between giving up and selling the survivors or starting all over again. Which, in reality, I don't have the money for so we'll see what happens.
Well these coyotes around here have been running in packs....
If I'm wrong, it wouldn't be the first time. I'm just assuming because
I've never seen a rural dog in my area. There are two down the street but
they have been raised around poultry & other farm animals.
The predator was a coyote from my experience.
When we first moved to our farm, we had some coon attacks that we quickly dealt with.
Again, with traps. Then a fox decided to come snooping around, found a hole and off went Bob & Marley, my Khakis. The fox did take it back to wherever it had come...
My day wasn't started off on the right nor the left foot, more like on my knees.
I woke to finding my coop slaughtered. Just completely slaughtered.
A handful of my birds were still alive, around 5 or 6, I'd say.
It was a massacre. The gore didn't bother me. The overwhelming feeling that
I had...