So I’m a little sleep deprived this morning. I never sleep as well when Andrew is away, so I was up late, alone, in the deep dark of the barely moonlit night. And the chickens kept making very strange noises. Sounds like the ideal set up for a horror film... I know. It was after midnight when I finally managed to fix all the problems and we finally all got some sleep.
The CX didn’t take to outside or it being dark at night quite as well as my rangers (but they’ve been raised in a more traditional coop setting). The largest girl of the three actually ran to me when I was putting everyone up and tried to fly out of the tractor. 8 lb chickens don’t fly! (She’s ok, I helped control her fall). The CX actually honk and make goose like noises, it’s very weird. I wonder if it has to do with the two geese the other farmer keeps fairly close to them? But I digress...
So, I was up late working on the Menu for Saturday Market (pictures and prices, we’re getting classy!) and the chickens kept making sudden distressed noises. Twice I went out thinking some nasty had gotten in and was murdering my dinner/girls, but nothing... just some unsettled chickens, and a soft shelled egg in Mr Marans coop (at first I couldn’t quite figure where the problem was). Third time is the charm I suppose, because I finally spotted the culprit, the Largest Barred Owl I have seen on the island yet. I’m 90% sure it’s a Barred, but could be wrong. Sure, it wasn’t after my chickens, but the mice that come out at night to scrounge spilled feed? Tasty owl snacks and easy pickings, she was essentially hunting over bait, but spooking my girls something awful as well!
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All said and done it was a long night for me. I may be a city girl, but that city had Bears and Cougars, wild dogs and coyotes, and I’ve lived in grizzly country as well. I’ve had more than 10 close encounters with black bears, and been stalked by a cougar once that I know of. There are no large predators on this island, but it’s still kind of unnerving for me, going out alone on a near moonless night armed only with my trusty shoe horn. I might buy a baseball bat next time I’m in town or put a crowbar by the door next time Andrew is away, because halfway through my second excursion I realized the absurdity of the flimsy plastic thing I took with me, (works for chickens) of course that didn’t stop me from taking it when I went out the next time!![]()
I can see an owl spooking everyone. A baseball bat or similar would be quite handy at times. I should probably keep one ast the back door. Good idea. I hope the owl doesn't come back every nigh . Those birds might never sleep again.