Killin' Time

Well folks, it's killing time here. This morning, I woke up to only ONE HEN. Yes. They are all gone. I've cried. I've wailed. I'm sad as sad can be. I didn't even want to post about it. They spent their first night in the coop last night, and they are gone. No sign of a struggle, only one feather left. One little baby is left, traumatized, walking around lost.

I know I said I've learned how to move on, but right now, the only moving I can think of doing is to a condominium that I can't have a garden or a chicken in! Aaron comforted me, patting me on the back as I was crying on his little shoulder. Glenco said we'd start over and work more on the coop trying to figure out what happened.

I'm out for blood folks. I'm thinking it was this raccoon that I've seen around here. My neighbor across the street has been complaining about a big fat male raccoon destroying her bird feeders. I have a Have A Heart trap on it's way over from another neighbor. Here's the clincher though. I'm not gonna have a freakin' heart. I'm going to trap it and riddle it with bullets. One for each hen. I'm going to dismember it and nail it's body parts all over the trees for the other raccoons to see and fear.

Oh I say that now, and when I see that raccoon, I'll want to make a pet of it.

Signing out for today, feeling beat.