Chicken Mom Leslie
In the Brooder
Hi... I'm pretty new to being a chicken mom, having started my flock this past September. They are my passion and have brought me endless joy since Day 1. Yesterday, we lost our first (hopefully only) chicken to what we believe was a hawk. Our coop and run are secured around the perimeter like Fort Knox, but we had not (yet) put up any aerial defense (stupidly I now know). Our run is partially covered by a roof, and we thought the birds could safely escape there if they were threatened. Yesterday, while I was at work, I took a look through our "chicken run cam" (as I often do when I need a "zen" moment at work), and was completely shocked to find a crow picking at what looked like a pile of feathers (formerly our beloved Buff Orpington named, Otis). I have had a lot of pets (and pet deaths) in my life, but for some reason, I have cried more over this loss than any other. Maybe it's just that I feel so responsible for these little souls. This particular bird had a rough delivery to our house and I nursed it back to life when she first arrived. She's also my daughter's chosen chicken and was named after her Grandma and Grandpa (now deceased). They're all special, but this one was... well, very special. 
So, now my flock is stuck inside until we figure out how to prevent this from ever happening again.
Thanks for listening... needed to "talk" to a community who understands the grief.

So, now my flock is stuck inside until we figure out how to prevent this from ever happening again.
Thanks for listening... needed to "talk" to a community who understands the grief.