I was ill yesterday. Have a cold and had vertigo on and off all day. Made it out to the coop in the evening to collect eggs. Lost my balance leaving the pen and broke several eggs. Was thinking well enough to toss the broken eggs so that they wouldn't be near the pen and attract some predator. Made it back into the house with a combination of crawling and holding onto things. When the roommate got home an hour later I asked him to lock up the birds as I hadn't been able to do that. He went out but the birds were out and didn't come when he called them so he said he'd do it later. He came home after midnight and locked up.
This morning I went outside to give treats to the girls. While I sat in a chair I noticed the rooster and a couple hens weren't there. Hoped they were in the coop. No such luck. This afternoon I got onto the golf cart and drove around the property. Found my poor Elvis, my beautiful Salmon Faverolles rooster with no head. No sign of the 2 missing girls.
All it took was a few hours of not having them locked up securely behind that electric poultry netting to lose them. I am feeling so guilty. I hate feeling so useless and weak. There are times I hate getting older.
This morning I went outside to give treats to the girls. While I sat in a chair I noticed the rooster and a couple hens weren't there. Hoped they were in the coop. No such luck. This afternoon I got onto the golf cart and drove around the property. Found my poor Elvis, my beautiful Salmon Faverolles rooster with no head. No sign of the 2 missing girls.
All it took was a few hours of not having them locked up securely behind that electric poultry netting to lose them. I am feeling so guilty. I hate feeling so useless and weak. There are times I hate getting older.