Sometime between midnight at 6am it must have happened. Blondie has completely dissapeared and I figure she, as perpetual bottom of the pecking order, was pushed in front as a sacrificial offering. But the others were found lying in and outside the cage. The surviving three (Lydia, Stahford and Redhen) seem stricken with near paralysis. I contemplate the horror that must have happened with both my imagination and an artistic eye and then berate myself for thinking of injustices. What do I expect? I have delicate domestic fowl in mobile metal cages and the fox and raccoon have spring babies to feed. One little opening under the edge is an invitation to dine. This is balancing the impulisive decision to purchase chicks last week. My 6 chicks inside the house, under lamps, seem nothing short of McNuggets.
Oh ,I am so sorry ,I know how we love them so much! having six right now ,I would be devastated , my girls are just about to start laying , they are my third batch oh hens in the last 10 years , they are so much fun to have . Wishing you good luck with your babies .
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Oh dear - mcnuggets - I know in saying that you are trying to toughen yourself. I don't think you are feeling very tough though.
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