A few days ago, we came home to a gruesome sight - most of the 'pet' flock lay dead in our yard. 7 of the ten were gone.
We *think* it was foxes. Or maybe a neighbor's dog. It wasn't ours... they were tied up at the time... just out of reach to save them.
We still have a flock up top in the meadow. We still have the 8 babies and 4 turkeys. We still have Waddly Wanda, Mystery, and our Silke rooster Fluffernutter.
But we lost two of the original girls that I got oh so long ago, on sale, my first spring here. We lost Cindy.
And we lost Henrietta.
We miss our chickens :(
|When she was all molty and having issues, we gave her an epsom salt bath and got to spend the night inside with us. She even got blow-dried.|
|Henrietta was a great companion while I waited for Mr Snarkles to arrive. (Those are my really pregnant feet)|
|The morning I went into real labor, I walked up by the meadow with my mom and the meadow was covered in beautiful mist... and chickens.|
|No matter how many times Mr Snarkles yanked on her feathers or her comb, she never pecked him. Not once.|
|Cindy indignant stare while she molted was quite the thing...|
|Henrietta looking for Mike. Per usual.|
|The first few weeks of her laying life, she would only lay eggs on the couch...|
|...and I would come home to this...|
|... and sometimes this.|