Well yesterday i moved all by turkeys down from the hay loft to the bottom pen as i finally got the drainage ditch cut in there. And today i go down, do the feeding and a quick head count. and My beloved eastern cross hen is gone. Feathers tell the story like this. *somehow, and im not sure how* she got out of the pen, where something pinned her in a corner in the barn and killed her. She was my favorite and oldest hen, super friendly, followed me around, and the only one currently laying. Now im not really sentimental when it comes to life on the farm. chickens get snatched occasionally, sometimes a young piglet dies, it goes to compost, and i go on my way. But i feel like someone ran over my dog. Tonight, the gloves are coming off, foxpro is coming out, and something is gonna pay for this.
