The boyfriend and I always walk down to the barn in the morning together. I let the chickens out, he changes the hose over to water the flower bed in front of the barn.
When I opened the door, there was a hen on the ground. She just looked.....flat, if there is a word to describe it. Something had gotten in and out of the coop, and killed one of the hens, while the others had to watch. The coop is 6 feet tall, with heavy mesh vents at the top of the walls, and small windows that tip in all of 4 inches, right up under the roof. I am not sure what could have gotten in there, but it did.
Shawn buried the poor hen under the compost pile, and nailed the windows shut.
Last night, when we went out to shut off the water on the garden, something shot out from behind the coop, nails skittering on the concrete barn yard, and disappeared under the old cattle feeder. It was dark, and fast, not lumbering the way a skunk or raccoon does.
All chickens are accounted for this morning. It seems we have thwarted him for now. Shawn is borrowing a live trap from work, and that will be out beside the coop for the night tonight.
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