I went to lock up and count 17 butts last evening ...16. Count again ...16. Okay who's missing?
I had hoped that there was a straggler that just didn't want to go to bed yet.
Well, sadly I found a huge pile of grey feathers, and then another pile of feathers and finally,
the remains of Spackle-butt, one of my older very heavy birds. I guess she just couldn't move fast enough.
My BIL who is an old wilderness guy says it was most likely an eagle kill.
Such is the price of freedom, eh? R.I.P. Spackle. I'll miss you.
A pic of Spackle-butt (back) with Dutchess (front)

I had hoped that there was a straggler that just didn't want to go to bed yet.
Well, sadly I found a huge pile of grey feathers, and then another pile of feathers and finally,
the remains of Spackle-butt, one of my older very heavy birds. I guess she just couldn't move fast enough.
My BIL who is an old wilderness guy says it was most likely an eagle kill.
Such is the price of freedom, eh? R.I.P. Spackle. I'll miss you.
A pic of Spackle-butt (back) with Dutchess (front)