I've had a wild past day, let me tell y'all.
First of all, yesterday we decided that, after weeks of no change in her condition and then a sudden worsening of how she looked for several days, that it was time to let go of Mavis. She'd been droopy and sort of penguin walking with no further symptoms. Much as I looked her over, I couldn't find anything to even work against. She was a little over 6 years old.
Mavis was such a nosy young lady. Any time we were doing anything outside, it was a guarantee she'd be involved in one way or another. If I brought anything out to the coop, she was first in line to see what it was. Often, I'd have to carry things up out of her reach because she liked to 'look' with her beak first.

That would get her into trouble because she also liked to poke and prod with that beak to get my attention. I wouldn't say she liked to be held, but she did enjoy perching next to or on people and being stroked or cuddled. She didn't do a whole lot of that there at the end, sadly. Though I won't necessarily miss her beak, I will miss my nosy, busy-body Marans always getting into my business.
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Last night was when things really got wild, though. See, the past several days, maybe a week at most, I have been getting pretty much no eggs out of Buck's pen. Since they went from 4-5 eggs a day to 0, I had just assumed they were eating their eggs, though somehow not leaving a mess in the nest box. Last night, I thought I'd look around and see if they were maybe laying in the back corner or something. Well, what I found instead was a massive hole in the floor, around 3x6 inches in size.
So, APPARENTLY, something has been coming through the floor and stealing my eggs, and
Buck and his girls have been vulnerable to whatever it was for as much as a week!
For now, I've taken a piece of cage wire and covered the hole, then weighed it down with a cement block. We'll have to make a trip in to the lumber yard to patch it up properly.
Anyway, so this morning I was juuuust about to open that coop and make sure everyone was okay overnight when I heard this weird grunting noise from nearby. Our old, old, original coop, rotting out and falling apart, is in the woods near the outer coop where Buck and Wyatt's pens are, and inside that old, rotting coop, was a small family of raccoons.
So, the outer coop remains closed this morning, I set them up with food and water inside and made sure that that hole in the floor was still well blocked, and the old, original coop has been torn down to prevent further wildlife sheltering in it. I'm not sure when or
if I'll open the outer coop today, I may just leave them inside for the day to be safe. All I know is that my blood pressure is probably at an all-time high today and I'm gonna be stressing until I get that floor properly patched up, if not longer. The pen in which I lost my little Bumblebee to a raccoon is not far from where the outer coop pens are, and I
don't want a repeat of that event!!