So about noontime, my kids blast into the room ( I'm reading Easter Hatch along, what else would I be doing/) Mom, a rooster is missing from the AMeracauna pen!!!!
What???? How many did you count?
THree.
THree? Did you loook inside the coop??
Yes, he's not there.
Which one is missing?
(no answer)
Look around!!
On with my sneakers and a jacket, ti's cool today. I check the pen, Three. My heart sinks further, the boys are right. The quiet, picked on boy is gone. My silver split lav. We look every where. All the chickens are acting normal--no intruder to attack. Hmm, where is he then. No feathers.
I do a few chores, chewing on the facts. (I feel like Columbo but without the cigar and overcoat!) He has to be here somewhere, there are no feathers indicting an attack. DH is certain an owl. Really?, I think. An owl cannot get thru this fencing. Maybe the Am boy managed to squeeze thru the space between coop and pen . . . but where are the feathers of an attack. A coyote-- a chicken would be a grab and go dinner.
I return to the pen looking at the 3 remaining boys. All looks fine. Then I see a chicken looking out from UNDER the coop!!!! Relief!!! He's found!! ANd clearly stuck.
DH pushes the coop, lifting it off the ground slowly. I grab the rooster, keeping him clear of the descending coop.
I put him in another cage, smaller, but safe from his terrorists.
Another coop to build!
What???? How many did you count?
THree.
THree? Did you loook inside the coop??
Yes, he's not there.
Which one is missing?
(no answer)
Look around!!
On with my sneakers and a jacket, ti's cool today. I check the pen, Three. My heart sinks further, the boys are right. The quiet, picked on boy is gone. My silver split lav. We look every where. All the chickens are acting normal--no intruder to attack. Hmm, where is he then. No feathers.
I do a few chores, chewing on the facts. (I feel like Columbo but without the cigar and overcoat!) He has to be here somewhere, there are no feathers indicting an attack. DH is certain an owl. Really?, I think. An owl cannot get thru this fencing. Maybe the Am boy managed to squeeze thru the space between coop and pen . . . but where are the feathers of an attack. A coyote-- a chicken would be a grab and go dinner.
I return to the pen looking at the 3 remaining boys. All looks fine. Then I see a chicken looking out from UNDER the coop!!!! Relief!!! He's found!! ANd clearly stuck.
DH pushes the coop, lifting it off the ground slowly. I grab the rooster, keeping him clear of the descending coop.
I put him in another cage, smaller, but safe from his terrorists.
Another coop to build!
