Good morning! I'm going to type a bit of text before I post any pictures, so that you can be forewarned. Sigh. Well. Day 2. Let me back up. After I posted my Killin' Time post, I was packing my lunch and getting ready to leave for work. I went out behind the chicken coop to show Aaron where to hook the hose up so he could water the veggie garden while I was gone. Out of the corner of my eye, I just saw this little black spot. I'm squinting, looking....why it's my little black hen! I ran over to her, and she never moved, she was just sitting there. I was right at her now, she was still. I bent over and picked her up, and she sqwauked a little. Her eyes were closed, and well, still are. Yesterday one opened up half way, but this morning, it's closed. Her head showed signs of slight trauma, nothing major. April, at Coal Creek Farm gave me some great advice for trying to nurture her back. I hope she makes it, I hope she will be ok, and not blind. It was really hard to leave her after just finding her. I don't know how women with babies go to work.
Came home after work and Aaron pointed out to me a dead hen on the top of the chicken coop that I did not see before. It was one of the Aracauna babies, and it kinda blended in. When my sister got home, she set out to looking around and noticed one up in the tree! It was horrible!!!! Who would do such a thing?! I'll show you.....this is who....
He was a big 'un. I'm not even sure how it all happened. But we were out in the camper til about 10pm (I like having a glass of wine in there after it gets dark) and when we were coming out, we heard a rustling. Sure enough this fat thing was in there scouting around. HOW IN THE HECK DID IT GET IN? It must be able to squeeze through very small areas. I've a lot to learn. Glen ran in and got the shot gun, and then BAM, THUD. It was over. Just like that, justice had been served. I feel pretty confident that this is the raccoon that did this:
This morning I woke up to this little guy in the trap. I really can't look at him, because I feel guilty. It's kinda little. It wouldn't hurt anything would it? *Slapping myself* YES! It's a raccoon! Guilt by association little fella. You are on death row and this is your holding cell.
It's just heartbreaking to lose your chickens. I do love those little girls. Recently I read in the local paper where a pack of wild dogs killed about 13 of this man's sheep. There was a picture of him standing in a field of dead sheep. Life in the country is cruel.
So now there are two. I've named the blind injured one Helen Keller, and the little baby chick that won't leave her side now, I've named Anne Sullivan, after Helen's teacher. (I know I'm ridiculous, you really don't need to tell me). I'll probably be going to the Poultry Auction on Monday. That is an event. It overwhelms me. I think I'll get some big birds, maybe even a rooster. I'd like some banty's too. But first, this weekend must be spent securing the coop. I'll be setting the trap everynight this week. Will be interesting to see what I get.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some things that need tending.