Well thats it, no more. The last 6 of a hundred over the journey, more than half raised from eggs, are gone.
The fox came, twice, nothing I could do. They slept on a rail in a locked coop, but the foxes scare them off the rail into the yard I suspect.
The poor Rooster was the firs to go, I assume it took it on. Interesting I found part of a leg, the spur had clearly been chewed off. So the foxes know what they are.
All were white chooks but I forgot about the lone survivor, the black chook.
Maybe it got missed because it was dark? All I can think of or its too smart to get off the rail. So its lonely, its never cared for me. When I feed it it picks up sticks and leaves to show me. Poor thing has PTSD.
Its trying to crow like a Rooster in the mornings. I swear its top claw is growing.
I think its changing sex.
Anyway, thats it, never again, its been fun. Nothing like that day when you check the hen and all these little black eyes look back at you.
If I was to do it all again, I would have three in a cage, no way in or out other than me. But thats cruel. It would be 300 square feet, but they would stare through the wire like a prisoner and that defeats the point of backyard chooks.
Farewell, to all, be kind to your chickens and they will be kind to you.
The fox came, twice, nothing I could do. They slept on a rail in a locked coop, but the foxes scare them off the rail into the yard I suspect.
The poor Rooster was the firs to go, I assume it took it on. Interesting I found part of a leg, the spur had clearly been chewed off. So the foxes know what they are.
All were white chooks but I forgot about the lone survivor, the black chook.
Maybe it got missed because it was dark? All I can think of or its too smart to get off the rail. So its lonely, its never cared for me. When I feed it it picks up sticks and leaves to show me. Poor thing has PTSD.
Its trying to crow like a Rooster in the mornings. I swear its top claw is growing.
I think its changing sex.
Anyway, thats it, never again, its been fun. Nothing like that day when you check the hen and all these little black eyes look back at you.
If I was to do it all again, I would have three in a cage, no way in or out other than me. But thats cruel. It would be 300 square feet, but they would stare through the wire like a prisoner and that defeats the point of backyard chooks.
Farewell, to all, be kind to your chickens and they will be kind to you.
