Does anyone else out there feel like they are fighting a battle every single day just to raise their poultry? I am feeling a little beaten down right now because every time I change my tactics the critters just seem to get smarter. My husband and I sat down last night and figured it up and since Febuary we have had problems with: snakes, rats, hawks, dogs, cats, opossums, raccoons, fire ants, foxes, rogue water buckets, piling up, chick-killing hens, people stepping on chicks....and the list goes on and on. I never knew chickens could be so fragile. Just yesterday I had a call duck not hatch and when I cracked the shell, it was dead fully formed but its head was shaped abnormally and it's insides were on the outside of its body. How does that happen? Also yesterday my friend accidentally stepped on my only swedish flower hen chick and it died. And last but not least last night I went down to check to make sure all the hens went up in the hen house and found that fire ants had gotten into my nest boxes and killed my BBS Orphington chicks as they were hatching out and were attacking my newly hatched button quail. Somebody please tell me I am not the only one these kinds of things happen to? I need some moral support for my flagging spirits. Right now I feel like I am just raising chickens to feed my local wildlife.