We are down to 3 chickens.
A hawk (which has nabbed 4 chickens in a week) has taken up residence on the telephone pole directly over the coop- he had some success with 2 of my roosters last week. Tuesday morning I let the birds out for the first time in a week. The hawk was gone, so I figured they could have a day out in the fields. Sure enough, as soon as they booked it to the woods, a fox- a real live FOX, people- jumped out of the wood pile and chased three of them into the brush. Two smart/lucky chickens escaped to the front yard… the other three apparently did not have such a good day.
I didn’t know whether to cry or marvel. Mostly I just stood there with my mouth open in shock that everything I’ve read in biology and/or watched in a Disney movie is actually true. Predator prey. Circle of life. I prolly ran around the yard panicking “OhMYGOSHing” for a good 10 minutes before I collected myself and ran back inside. *sigh* My father was quick- lightening quick– to point out that we need a pen. He also mentioned that he’s said that before… several times. Thank you for speaking wisdom into my life, Pap. As much as I like my organic, free-range birds, I think they’re gonna have to become simply ‘cage-free’ after winter.
Foxes and hawks and chickens, oh my.
Such is life on a teeny tiny farm.