I'm in a cast from a recent surgery so not real mobile, not as mobile as I would like to be. So when closing up the gates last night I notice the hook bills were not in the coop yard. That meant they were down at the brook. It was close to dark and so I made the decision not to risk tripping (again) with my cast, etc.
They have never stayed down on the water and the level is pretty low. The scovies were all inside the pen.
I finally get to bed, then at 10:30 I hear massive splashing and quacking. The hookies got spooked by something. I could picture them racing over the shallow water probably trying in vain to escape a fox. The one thing I did not hear is any predator 'yipping', but my dog Briar, who lives in the barnyard did sound off.
I feared the worst and this morning and went out seeing some of the hookies up at the gate, just 5 of the 9 were there. As I walked up they came streaming towards me like I was their long lost buddy. Then the other four came out of the weeds so all were there. They were clearly embarrassed and stood there quaking and mumbling and wagging their tails at me.
My guess is some deer came down the mountain to browse in the red clover patch along the brook.
Anyway, those hook bills clung to me like never before. I put some pellets in a rubber pan for them and they settled down. I was real happy to see all of them. I think they appreciate me now.
Can't wait to get free of this surgery issue and resume a normal life!
They have never stayed down on the water and the level is pretty low. The scovies were all inside the pen.
I finally get to bed, then at 10:30 I hear massive splashing and quacking. The hookies got spooked by something. I could picture them racing over the shallow water probably trying in vain to escape a fox. The one thing I did not hear is any predator 'yipping', but my dog Briar, who lives in the barnyard did sound off.
I feared the worst and this morning and went out seeing some of the hookies up at the gate, just 5 of the 9 were there. As I walked up they came streaming towards me like I was their long lost buddy. Then the other four came out of the weeds so all were there. They were clearly embarrassed and stood there quaking and mumbling and wagging their tails at me.
My guess is some deer came down the mountain to browse in the red clover patch along the brook.
Anyway, those hook bills clung to me like never before. I put some pellets in a rubber pan for them and they settled down. I was real happy to see all of them. I think they appreciate me now.
Can't wait to get free of this surgery issue and resume a normal life!
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