BirbMama92
Songster
This is the only place I know where I can post this and others will understand.
I started my bird journey last year after my son wanted to bring home a chick his class had hatched from school. He wasn't chosen so we went to our local Bomgaars and that's where my journey began...
Since then I have raised 40+ girls, along with ducks and two geese in the past year. Unfortunately some of the chicks I had struggled so I lost some along the way but to me it was rewarding because I gave them my whole heart and they were loved until the very end.
This spring, my neighbor killed 9 of my babies. I don't have enough evidence to press charges but I know it was him. He's the only one that hates me enough to do such emotional damage. Since then it has been nothing but hell trying to keep my babies safe.
Over the weekend a predator came into our yard and took 19 of my girls, one of my bantam roos, and my remaining guinea who's name was Bob. My husband and I made the run smaller and put a cover on in hopes to save my remaining babies.
It didn't work....
This morning my step dad shows up around 640 to pick up my kiddos; he went in the back yard and found that something had gotten in. This time it couldn't carry my girls off as there was no hole big enough for it to escape with it's catch. I found the remains of my girl, Hennifer, the one that started my whole journey; and half of my sweet girl goose. I just now realized that my bantam roo, Harold, is also no longer with us. I didn't find any parts of him, but there wasn't much to him...
I have 5 girls left, my rooster (Oreo), my young gander, and my ducks.
Why hasn't anything attempted to take my ducks? Why just my chickens and small roos?
I'm beyond devastated. I have no words to even describe how I feel. I honestly have made myself sick over this whole situation because I have tried to keep them safe, but I have failed. Failed miserably. I feel like the worst bird mom in the whole world right now.
I don't know what else to do.
I started my bird journey last year after my son wanted to bring home a chick his class had hatched from school. He wasn't chosen so we went to our local Bomgaars and that's where my journey began...
Since then I have raised 40+ girls, along with ducks and two geese in the past year. Unfortunately some of the chicks I had struggled so I lost some along the way but to me it was rewarding because I gave them my whole heart and they were loved until the very end.
This spring, my neighbor killed 9 of my babies. I don't have enough evidence to press charges but I know it was him. He's the only one that hates me enough to do such emotional damage. Since then it has been nothing but hell trying to keep my babies safe.
Over the weekend a predator came into our yard and took 19 of my girls, one of my bantam roos, and my remaining guinea who's name was Bob. My husband and I made the run smaller and put a cover on in hopes to save my remaining babies.
It didn't work....
This morning my step dad shows up around 640 to pick up my kiddos; he went in the back yard and found that something had gotten in. This time it couldn't carry my girls off as there was no hole big enough for it to escape with it's catch. I found the remains of my girl, Hennifer, the one that started my whole journey; and half of my sweet girl goose. I just now realized that my bantam roo, Harold, is also no longer with us. I didn't find any parts of him, but there wasn't much to him...
I have 5 girls left, my rooster (Oreo), my young gander, and my ducks.
Why hasn't anything attempted to take my ducks? Why just my chickens and small roos?
I'm beyond devastated. I have no words to even describe how I feel. I honestly have made myself sick over this whole situation because I have tried to keep them safe, but I have failed. Failed miserably. I feel like the worst bird mom in the whole world right now.
I don't know what else to do.
