Sorry to finally get active again in BYC just when we have bad news...Friday afternoon we discovered a massacre in our yard
, where our flock free ranges, generally without problem (in 10 years, only one daytime raid where a single coyote hurried in, grabbed a chicken, and left...years ago, two attempted attacks by fox).
We discovered piles of feathers all over the roomy yard, and three dead chickens, including our rooster. The dead chickens had a back wound and seemed to have a broken neck, but weren't eaten. That part sounds like dog. Our flock of 16 has been reduced to 9 survivors, as gradually they came out of the weedy underbrush; some had back wounds, which we're treating. 4 birds were missing, which is puzzling...unless after being attacked they were just able to escape into the weedy perimeter and died there.
I have read the helpful sticky on this thread as well as tons of other pages...just looking for your ideas. Is it possible for one animal to wreak that much havoc?
On top of everything, I was home when it happened! I wasn't feeling well and was napping, heard vague chicken squawking and thought nothing of it, considering the inane reasons our chickens usually squawk ("Someone's in my favorite nesting box!")

We discovered piles of feathers all over the roomy yard, and three dead chickens, including our rooster. The dead chickens had a back wound and seemed to have a broken neck, but weren't eaten. That part sounds like dog. Our flock of 16 has been reduced to 9 survivors, as gradually they came out of the weedy underbrush; some had back wounds, which we're treating. 4 birds were missing, which is puzzling...unless after being attacked they were just able to escape into the weedy perimeter and died there.
I have read the helpful sticky on this thread as well as tons of other pages...just looking for your ideas. Is it possible for one animal to wreak that much havoc?
On top of everything, I was home when it happened! I wasn't feeling well and was napping, heard vague chicken squawking and thought nothing of it, considering the inane reasons our chickens usually squawk ("Someone's in my favorite nesting box!")