Well, I tromped all over the "wild" part of the back yard (it's not a big yard, but I let that part go wild to the point that it's almost like being in the woods). Goodwin's feathers are strewn here and here over the entire acre (not in a way that's due to wind blowing). But I did find his foot, though nothing else. So I know he's gone. Searched extensively and absolutely no sign of the pullets. They were both great flyers (which is how they all got into this predicament in the first place), so maybe they somehow got up and over my 8 foot fence via a tree or branch - if they are lucky, maybe they'll be someone else's chickens now (if not, they'll fall prey to the many neighborhood dogs behind my house...). What a dreary sad day - I hate when this happens.
I bought the materials to build the brooders today (plus the folding tables to put them on), so I'll work on that tomorrow. I think I'll raid the freezer tonight for dinner - ratatouille and steamed edamame.
For everyone in lock down sitting on their hands!!!
- Ant Farm
I'm so sorry for your loss

