I have lost almost 1/2 of my new flock since May. All were being killed in the day time so a stray dog was high suspect. But I never saw a dog on my property. Hmmm? They one sunny afternoon across the back pasture trots a big coyote. Then the pieces of the puzzle fell in place. So I started packing a pistol. A friend came to visit and we were sitting on the porch having a glass of tea. I had laid my pistol just inside the door. The girls were just past the barnyard scratching and enjoying the day. Then I heard this terrible squawking and the girls came running and flying my direction across the barnyard. I did not even hesitate to see what the problem was but gabbed my gun from just inside the door of the house. Instinct told me I was going to need it. I spun around with gun in hand just in time to see Wylie Coyote hot on the tail of my chickens running for there lives. Again instinct kicked in and I knew if I fired a shot Mr. Coyote would turn tail and run. Not even taking time for a true aim I pointed the gun in Wylie's direction and fired. He spun around and ran. I totally missed him but instead hit the water pipe for the stock tank shooting it smooth in half. Enter "Old Faithful". I had a good laugh because no chickens were lost and I hit a 1 " water pipe from 200 yards.
The moral of this is coyote's DO hunt in the day time so don't jump to conclusions as to what is killing your chickens.
The moral of this is coyote's DO hunt in the day time so don't jump to conclusions as to what is killing your chickens.