alaskalife
In the Brooder
I posted last week in the predator forum. Lost a chicken to a hawk. Spent so much time and energy getting the run fixed up. Ugh. They just calmed down finally from that experience. We heard a loud noise in the middle of the night. I shrugged it off thinking it was the cat being weird. 6:30 am look outside to check on the chickens while i make breakfast. A TREE FELL ON MY COOP. roof Is gone. Whole back side is gone. The chickens were all okay. Stayed in the nesting boxes. Seriously. What gives a friend came and helped me cut the tree and fix it the best we could. But i honestly think the universe doesn’t want me having chickens. My anxiety is through the roof. No real point to this post. Mother Nature is weird. And out of all the places in a 1 acre property a tree falling on my coop happened 
