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Sunshine Flock
Crowing
You are so beautiful and inspiring, as always!No worries...CarolinaSunshineFlock.
Our two humble acres, existed without fencing for 15 years. We could only afford to fence a backyard perimeter after the first 3 years. There was all manner of wildlife trampling through property: Deer, racoons, coyotes, bob cats, dogs and skunks!
Property improvements are no problem, when finances are of no concern. But, for the rest of us, they are works in progress.
I used to think, wow...if only I could win the Lottery. What I could do with that money. But now, I have come to realize, I did win a Lottery! How blessed I am to have ended up in this peaceful place. Nature abounds in all it's glory...and all it's harshness too. But it's a package deal. Living in any rural or wild environment is a struggle.
Protect your animals as best as you can. Then, remember...there is no such thing as 100% safe.
I know, I rescued one of my roosters three years ago, when a coyote jumped our fence at two o'clock in the afternoon! Then, this August my beloved hen was taken from my back yard in the late afternoon, by a bobcat that jumped over our fence. I tried to get to her, but sadly, I was just not able to save her. I was working outside supervising both times. Who's fault is it?
There is no fault, just nature. Focus on your blessings, Henry lives!
God Bless and peace to you!
P.S. Now, get some sleep.![]()
Coyotes and all wildlife for that matter are beloved creatures. I don't exactly want to run up and hug one, but my husband says he wouldn't be surprised if I did that some day. A cougar caught a small animal last year. It was a horrible, long death. But I stepped closer so I could hear better in appreciation of the life and death cycle that allows us to keep enjoying the wild ones.
That was probably a really dumb thing to do.
Anyway, I woke up to mad clucking from the hen house this morning. The chickens decided it'd be really cool to scare the pants off me and molt as eight month olds, so no one's laying eggs these days. Rosemary always mad clucks when she lays an egg, and then Henry sympathy mad clucks in response.
But no eggs, so this could only mean one thing. Just as I ran outside I could hear a coyote sized creature crashing into the woods. No signs of a chicken run or coop breach, but the hens were all unsettled. For storm windows I screwed sheets of Lexan on the exterior of their windows. They now have beautiful light in the mornings and a nice view.
Well, this morning's view must have been a coyote. When I took the dogs out a few minutes later, the tracker chihuahua darted over to the chicken run and sniffed the entire perimeter and stopped in front of the door to the coop. So that confirms that.
I didn't know hens mad cluck as a warning sign when a predator is nearby. Henry was in his room and I kept hearing scratches and pecks on the glass door. He mad clucked longer than I think he ever has before.
Now, swinging things back to Henry's wounds, it's hard assessing progress because of all the feathers that are growing, and also because they've healed so nicely. The last of the scabs fell off and the puncture wound now looks more like a scrapped knee would than a deep injury that was life threatening. It's remarkable to see this in his eighth week of recovery.
I'm definitely going to post some photos if I can manage to get Henry the Wounded Warrior to hold still long enough.
Time to build a roost and pour myself another cup of hot chocolate, folks.