Elizabeth Hasse
In the Brooder
- Dec 3, 2017
- 11
- 52
- 44
Hi, everybody!
I'm new to BYC, but not to chickens. My older sister had chickens first, and I eventually adopted them... and expanded.
I made a habit of naming every chicken I ever knew, even the barred rocks
At my best point, I had forty chickens and twenty ducks: I sold good, non-GMO, organic eggs.
Then... the fox. or foxes, I'm still not sure. but they moved in and diminished my stock drastically. I lost more than 13 ducks and about 20 chickens between May and September, including my locally famous rooster, Big Red, who'd lost bost feet and most of his comb and waddles four years previous. he was my pet, and my favorite chicken ever. He was a black copper Maran, and tame as can be, waiting for me every morning right outside the back door.
late July, I went on vacation leaving my older brothers to babysit the dogs, chickens, ducks, and chickens. when I came back five days later... goodbye, Big Red!
The sweeter people in my community mourned with me, and I have since gotten rid of the foxes, and plan on renewing my stock this spring.
Nothing can replace that loyal rooster that hobbled by my side every day, or his pitiful but inspiring disabilities, but that does not mean I won't replenish my numbers to the glorious days of pre-fox-dom.
I'm new to BYC, but not to chickens. My older sister had chickens first, and I eventually adopted them... and expanded.
I made a habit of naming every chicken I ever knew, even the barred rocks
At my best point, I had forty chickens and twenty ducks: I sold good, non-GMO, organic eggs.
Then... the fox. or foxes, I'm still not sure. but they moved in and diminished my stock drastically. I lost more than 13 ducks and about 20 chickens between May and September, including my locally famous rooster, Big Red, who'd lost bost feet and most of his comb and waddles four years previous. he was my pet, and my favorite chicken ever. He was a black copper Maran, and tame as can be, waiting for me every morning right outside the back door.
late July, I went on vacation leaving my older brothers to babysit the dogs, chickens, ducks, and chickens. when I came back five days later... goodbye, Big Red!
The sweeter people in my community mourned with me, and I have since gotten rid of the foxes, and plan on renewing my stock this spring.
Nothing can replace that loyal rooster that hobbled by my side every day, or his pitiful but inspiring disabilities, but that does not mean I won't replenish my numbers to the glorious days of pre-fox-dom.
I have lost two so far. It's so hard to loose them.
I'm so sorry for your losses
