Here in CA we had an insane freezing rain storm last night--all night--that was bad enough to drag out the winter bedding again. The wind was howling and rain pounded down all night long and well into the morning. It was loud enough and cold enough to set a gnawing worry in my stomach. I was worried about my little flock of 7 Ameraucana's since it was their first rain and not predicted in the weather report, but I knew they were sheltered and had settled down for the night into the old dresser drawers full of hay that they sleep in, just like every night. I still worried all night long and slept poorly.
I woke up this morning, ready to feed and water them, but did not hear their usual clamor for crumble and ran down to their shelter to see what was wrong and how they had fared the storm ... only 4 of 7 were there and they were dead. I later found another ripped apart in the creek. I have NO idea how this happened. There is no evidence of any predator digging holes or breaking into the pen in any way. Most of my chickens were just dead; untouched by tooth, talon or claw. I have been crying all day long. I recently enlarged their area and they were doing so well, growing big and loving being spoiled. They were only 3 months old but I raised them from chicks and cannot help but feel that I am to blame for this. I have taken every precaution and still, I failed. It would have been bad enough to lose some of them, but all at once was too much. Knowing they died alone, in terror and pain, does not help. I don't even know what sort of predator would have been out in that horrific storm.
I'm devastated. My husband wants to try again with new chicks because he knows how upset I am and insists that I did nothing wrong to make this happen. I know our favorite feed store is selling Barred Rock chicks at the moment but I'm afraid to start again. I put so much into raising my last flock, now gone. I can't go through this again. To make matters worse, I have 2 Buff Silkie's that were given to me about 5 weeks back and they'll be ready to move outside very soon. I was planning on next Saturday, but now I'm terrified! The 2 Silkie's--a cockerel and a pullet--are all I have left. Obviously they are certainly not enough to feed eggs to myself and my husband but I love them and have had them since chick-hood. They needed a home and I felt that I could provide them with a good one at the time. Now, I feel like the worst home possible for any chicken.
I don't know what to do. I still don't know what got my chickens or HOW! Their pen is protected from all sides. I would have shot it if I had known what was going on last night. The worst part is not knowing ... there is literally NO clue as to how this happened. I'm confused, scared, and very worried.
Does anyone have any advice? Thank you.
- SS
I woke up this morning, ready to feed and water them, but did not hear their usual clamor for crumble and ran down to their shelter to see what was wrong and how they had fared the storm ... only 4 of 7 were there and they were dead. I later found another ripped apart in the creek. I have NO idea how this happened. There is no evidence of any predator digging holes or breaking into the pen in any way. Most of my chickens were just dead; untouched by tooth, talon or claw. I have been crying all day long. I recently enlarged their area and they were doing so well, growing big and loving being spoiled. They were only 3 months old but I raised them from chicks and cannot help but feel that I am to blame for this. I have taken every precaution and still, I failed. It would have been bad enough to lose some of them, but all at once was too much. Knowing they died alone, in terror and pain, does not help. I don't even know what sort of predator would have been out in that horrific storm.
I'm devastated. My husband wants to try again with new chicks because he knows how upset I am and insists that I did nothing wrong to make this happen. I know our favorite feed store is selling Barred Rock chicks at the moment but I'm afraid to start again. I put so much into raising my last flock, now gone. I can't go through this again. To make matters worse, I have 2 Buff Silkie's that were given to me about 5 weeks back and they'll be ready to move outside very soon. I was planning on next Saturday, but now I'm terrified! The 2 Silkie's--a cockerel and a pullet--are all I have left. Obviously they are certainly not enough to feed eggs to myself and my husband but I love them and have had them since chick-hood. They needed a home and I felt that I could provide them with a good one at the time. Now, I feel like the worst home possible for any chicken.
I don't know what to do. I still don't know what got my chickens or HOW! Their pen is protected from all sides. I would have shot it if I had known what was going on last night. The worst part is not knowing ... there is literally NO clue as to how this happened. I'm confused, scared, and very worried.
Does anyone have any advice? Thank you.
- SS
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