This is the post I was hoping not to have to write. But sadly it was the post I knew I may have to write someday. As is the story with other urban chicken farmers, it is a heavy hearted ugh post that comes from having almost your entire flock of birds killed in a single day. It is with a heavy heart that the boys discovered when it was time to put up the chickens that 5 girls lay dead along the back fence, 1 girl was completely missing, and one girls gashed in several spots but survived.
It really is shocking, and even though we knew this could happen it still is unexpected. Granted we have a gated backyard, and then fenced chicken area, we have let them into their fenced open yard since we have had them. So here is where I start to really question if we were being irresponsible chicken farmers? Should we have kept them in their run all day long? I don't know. I don't know what got them- fox or raccoon? It sure does makes us think dog though. Middle of the day and feathers everywhere.
I am mad, I am sad, and most of all I am so sorry to my hens. I know people say they are none too smart, but I can guarantee that they were scared, then cornered, then killed and I feel like I let them down.
So to Owlickin, Pincessa Squash, Pippi, Sleeping Beauty, Ginger and Ginger Chew- thanks for being our first girls. Crookshanks is recovering today. She is mostly resting in the coop, but we are happy to see her eating, drinking, pooping, and even laying an egg.
We are going to take some time to process and then try and rebuild the flock. Till next time my friends, send a little love to Crookshanks for me.