Wildgrass
Songster
- Aug 28, 2021
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I went out to the chicken run and had a nasty surprise this afternoon. Two years ago I lost 7 out of 8 hens in my very first flock to a management mistake and some coyotes. The last chicken, a silver gray Dorking named Candy, lived in my basement until the next spring when I had a safer run and some new pullets to move out with her. She was tame, smart, and my absolute favorite, basically a pet chicken that lived outside. I'm just devastated that it was her who was killed. She was in the middle of the yard, headless. I have great fencing and cables running in roughly a 1x1 foot grid over the run, but I suspect a hawk managed to navigate through it. My home is out in flat, arid range-type climate and the only predator animals I've seen signs of here are coyotes and birds of prey.
Here she is this spring having some supervised free range time. That's the worst fence on my property, so please be kind
I'm going to need to upgrade the ceiling of my run ASAP, but today I'm just heartbroken. I always referred to her as my little shoebox because that was her shape on those short little Dorking legs. I'm going to miss her.

Here she is this spring having some supervised free range time. That's the worst fence on my property, so please be kind
