I came home from Atlanta and immediately noticed something new in the neighbor’s back yard. That looks like a shirt or something. One of those kids must have dropped it passing through.
So Blair and I swing. And I keep glancing. Wondering. Then I saw the feathers. Is that one of my chickens? I think that’s one of my chickens. In fact, that’s one of my chickens, and it’s a Wyandotte. Darn. Something got one of my chickens. How many were there just minute ago when I checked on them? I can’t walk over there and look. Instead, I run to the coop. On the way to the coop, more feathers. What is going on here? Those look like Barred Rock feathers. I know I saw some Barred Rocks a few minutes ago.
I call them. Four came. The Barred Rocks didn’t appear to have lost any feathers. Three missing. All Wyandottes. I know I saw at least one Wyandotte this afternoon. I look in the chicken house. Two poor traumatized Wyandottes are huddled inside. I rubbed one on her back.
Then I noticed it. The other one looked funny. Maybe it’s a shadow.... Nope, something’s weird. Is she missing some feathers? She comes out of the house, and the poor chicken is completely bare on her behind, but there’s not a scratch on her. So we lost Minnie the small Wyandotte :(, but the rest along survived – even half-toe Wyandotte - minus her panties! She’s used two of her lives now. How many lives do chickens have? I guess when it comes to dogs, not many. Poor Minnie.
6 comments:
Jackie does an amazing job. Your blog is really fantastic! Love it!
Oh Ash, I definitely feel your pain. Poor Minnie!
So sad Ash!! What in the world is assaulting your chickens???
Sure hope it's not a neighbor's pet...that would get uncomfortable. If it's a hawk or something, your Uncle Johnny will be glad to come shoot it! He keeps our yard and neighbor rid of squirrels and such!
that really stinks, so sorry :(
Im sorry, Ashalee!
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