We’re loading the camper this morning. On and off I hear the egg song. Dog loaded up on the truck. She won’t budge for fear of being left. I go down to the coop to collect my eggs.
Predator call. Fox forced through hard ware cloth popped nails. Professional job. 3 dead birds. Lucy -my big glorious blrw, my bo pullet, and my dom rooster. Heads ripped right off.
2 1/2 hours later after repairs to my run. We are in the road. I don’t want to go though, now.
F.
How horrible, so so sorry.