We made a nonscheduled trip for work near The Compound on
Monday and thought we’d stop by and see how the Hooligans were doing. Now I wish we’d never gone, and would just
let the 2-1/2 acres go to hell in a hand basket!
I cannot put in to words what we saw. No
noise, no stampede of chickens racing to see you at the gate, no life. All of the Hooligans, except one was dead (I’ll
tell you her story when I’m not so emotional).
Their lifeless bodies laying randomly on the floor of their run. All of them!
To say the Moose and I are devastated, is an understatement. We are not sleeping, eating little and
cursing the animal that chewed it’s way through the top of the run, and left
the carnage. We are broken, but in time will put ourselves back together again.
So sorry Izzy. Damn predators!
ReplyDeleteOh my god Izzy. This is something I worry about constantly. I'm so sorry. I have never yet lost a whole flock like that but when I lose one or two to violent deaths it devastates me so I can imagine the pain. I love my birds. The man thinks I am nuts but I really do. Don't give up. You will just have to figure out how to make your coop a fortress and get more chicks. They will make you feel better but you will worry more about them because you aren't there with them. Wish I could figure out a way to help.
ReplyDeleteVery sorry guys.....
ReplyDeleteThanks for the kind words everyone. We will persevere.
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