DH just called me @ work. This is how the call started...
"Honey, you can't leave the chickens in the out in the backyard anymore"
OMG!!! my heart just about STOPPED!!!!
"What happened, how are the girls!?!?!"
He told me that they were fine and that he heard a lot of skwaking and ran outside. The girls had run into the coop and perched on top of the run was a juvenile hawk
Folks, we don't live in the country, by any means! I have been under the false impression that because we live in suburbia nothing would ever happen to my babies!
I always lock them up at night, but in the morning I open the run, let them out in the morning, enjoy my cup-a-coffee and watch them play before going to work. Well... one day, I could not get them rounded up and had to leave. My son was going to be up soon and he would get them in. Things evolved from there and I assumed they would be safe here in the middle of town.
NOW THIS!!!!
the Girls are safe and here I am feeling like a horrible momma! Now they love bing out in the morning and I am afraid to let them out any more. WHAT TO DO!?!?!?!
I can't stop thinking how scared they musta been!
I asked DH to go in and cuddle them for me. All I got was: "Yeah, tha's not gonna happen"
Heather
(my girls are 7 weeks old, and this is my first experience with raising 'em)
"Honey, you can't leave the chickens in the out in the backyard anymore"
OMG!!! my heart just about STOPPED!!!!
"What happened, how are the girls!?!?!"
He told me that they were fine and that he heard a lot of skwaking and ran outside. The girls had run into the coop and perched on top of the run was a juvenile hawk
Folks, we don't live in the country, by any means! I have been under the false impression that because we live in suburbia nothing would ever happen to my babies!
I always lock them up at night, but in the morning I open the run, let them out in the morning, enjoy my cup-a-coffee and watch them play before going to work. Well... one day, I could not get them rounded up and had to leave. My son was going to be up soon and he would get them in. Things evolved from there and I assumed they would be safe here in the middle of town.
NOW THIS!!!!
the Girls are safe and here I am feeling like a horrible momma! Now they love bing out in the morning and I am afraid to let them out any more. WHAT TO DO!?!?!?!
I can't stop thinking how scared they musta been!
I asked DH to go in and cuddle them for me. All I got was: "Yeah, tha's not gonna happen"
Heather
(my girls are 7 weeks old, and this is my first experience with raising 'em)
