ohh, i want to shoot every *bleep* coyote in my county!

[chixrus]

thanks to coyote that decided it wanted a mid-morning snack and decided my chickens looked tasty, i am now short one chicken, am covered head to foot in mud, have sticks in my hair, got cut by a pitchfork, scratched by pine needles, and still didn't shoot the stupid thing. ugh. i hate coyotes. i suspected them last year for the disappearance of another chicken, but had no proof. considering there were fresh tracks of a coyote after the rain, i think we can be pretty dang sure of it.

i was innocently washing dishes when i heard squaucking outside. i figured it was just my rooster, he's been mating the younger hens now and they really don't like it. but it kept going so i stepped outside and a pile of white feathers met my eyes. i believe that when i yelled for my sister to 'get out here right now' it scared him off and he left the poor dead thing in the pine trees. he picked a most convienent spot; it took me twenty five minutes to get it out of our ten foot in diameter tree with no entrance to it anywhere. then, we still had to get the other twenty some chickens inside so that when he came back he wouldn't find another victim, which took a good hour. overall, not one of my better days

 

[QuailKeeper]

spotlight, and rifle.... problem solved

 

[chixrus]

that's what my dad's doing

the coyote came in broad daylight, took one chicken, stashed it in the bushes (she still had a worm in her mouth, so he obviously snuck up on her) and then went for number two, my poor little wr pullet