Went out to check on our free-ranging girls and found myself a Buff Orpington short at the count. Across the lawn, there was a massive trail of blond feathers leading into the forest. We knew this was a honeymoon period, we knew it was just a matter of time before the predators found us, and we knew we have red fox in the area. It was such a lovely honeymoon while it lasted, but the rules have abruptly changed.
And she just sang her first egg song last Friday.
RIP, Angelina. I was looking forward to your eggs...
And she just sang her first egg song last Friday.
RIP, Angelina. I was looking forward to your eggs...