Sunday was a really hard day. Yesterday afternoon when I headed back to check on the girls and Mar and Ollie, I found only feathers from a white rock and barred rock, and a dead Trixie. The rest were gone. Hannah came out and we found only three alive. Anna Sophia, Marvel and Owlie (two white rock or wyandottes hens and one americana hen). We rounded them up into the hen house and went searching for the others. No sign of them.
Later in the evening when I went to check on the girls, they were not moving well and kept stiffening their legs and didn't seem able to stand... I called my friend Suzanne and asked her expert opinion (she has a lot of chickens and goats and other fun animals) and sure enough, it is a sign that they probably had either been stepped on, or maybe chomped down on by their predator (my guess is neighbor dogs or a coyote), but they didn't leave any punctures, this still can kill them. I started praying that they will make it. I know there are far bigger things that need prayer, but man, I want these three girls to live.
Before bed, they had moved around a bit, even jumped for a mosquito, and they were roosting when I went to close up the house for the night. I was really praying they would be alive when I went out there this morning. I dreaded my walk up the hill. So far, they are alive, still sitting on the roost, but it isn't totally light out, so I will check on them in a bit...
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That's too bad. I had to explain to my kids this week that a racoon got Grammy's kittens. Sometimes it stinks to be a parent! Hope the chickens left are okay.
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