I know how you feel. Last Wednesday "something" killed my rooster that was given to me about 3 weeks ago & my little Mille Fleur d'uccle Gertie.
It had been raining that day & when I got home from work, my hens were soaking wet & loving every minute of it. I got a towel & dried them off a bit & put them in the coop so they could warm up. Everyone was there except Rocky & Gertie. Rocky wasn't used to me yet so I wasn't concerned that he didn't come when called, but no matter how far away she was, Gertie always came running home to me.
My husband & I were going for a walk in the woods in the rain & a little bit down the path...there lay Gertie...in a heap with a broken neck. I bawled my eyes out as I gently carried my girl back to the garage. When I went back to where she was & looked for footprints or any evidence of what had done this, about 2 feet away were some small gray feathers...Rocky's.
Whatever killed them took him away.
I miss my Gertie so much. She was my favorite. She followed me around and was the first to greet me when I came home from work.
2 days later my Sebright banty came streaking across the yard shrieking all the way & when I looked out the window ther was a coyote running towards her! This was about 5:15 in the broad day light!
After that I kept them in their fenced in yard. Well, they were pretty unhappy, so against my better judgement; I let them out. My husband hadn't left for work yet & he was going to put them in when he left. All of a sudden he heard a commotion not even 4 feet from the deck & my silver cochin was surrounded by her own feathers all around her on the ground, although she wasn't hurt. He thinks it may have been a bird of prey that thought she was bigger than she was & missed being as she is so fluffy.
Sometimes living in the country sucks! My girls are free range & to pen them up is like punishment! I hate to do it, but if the alternative is to risk losing any more of them, then I have no choice.
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I didn't mean to ramble on so much about my Gertie & girls.
There are people out there that say "She was just a chicken"...
Well, to those people I say " yeah well your dog is just a dog"...
Everytime I count my chickens when I close the coop for the night, I can only count my 7. And I miss my Gertie & tear up all over again. She was not just a chicken, she was my friend.
Kathie