This morning, all of my babies -- except one, who's in pretty bad shape -- were dead or missing. Twenty-four little darlings, many of them with names, all of them loved.
One month of tending for them, worrying over them, losing sleep over them... and a fox dug underneath the coop (despite a wire mesh skirt) and killed them, took them, or scattered them. He didn't even take everything that he killed. I can't quite express the horror of finding one little Leghorn partway buried in the coop's dirt floor. Her little body was so cold and so stiff.
Two others were in the salad bed.
I've spent the last two hours reliving their painful last moments. I don't know what to do. Start over? Can a new flock really take the place of the wonderful amazing one that I just lost? Should I pick up the phone now and place an order, or give it some time? Can any Buff Orp ever be as sweet as Buffy, the loving little girl I just lost?
With many tears,
Lynda
One month of tending for them, worrying over them, losing sleep over them... and a fox dug underneath the coop (despite a wire mesh skirt) and killed them, took them, or scattered them. He didn't even take everything that he killed. I can't quite express the horror of finding one little Leghorn partway buried in the coop's dirt floor. Her little body was so cold and so stiff.
Two others were in the salad bed.
I've spent the last two hours reliving their painful last moments. I don't know what to do. Start over? Can a new flock really take the place of the wonderful amazing one that I just lost? Should I pick up the phone now and place an order, or give it some time? Can any Buff Orp ever be as sweet as Buffy, the loving little girl I just lost?
With many tears,
Lynda