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Today my day started too damn early
Jan. 8th, 2008 08:24 pmAt 5:45 AM this morning we woke to the chickens clucking loudly. I jumped out of bed and rushed to the back door. As I turned on the outside lights Hazel started barking furiously. I opened the door and Hazel charged across the yard to scare whatever it was over the wall into the neighbor's yard.
I went to the chicken yard fence and started counting chickens. A light orange blur appeared on the top of the 6 foot block wall a few feet to my right. I shouted and the blur twisted around and disappeared back over the wall. I'm thinking too big to be a cat, but wrong color (and too flexible) for a coyote. Maybe a fox. It was still very dark and I didn't have my glasses on.
Just when I'd located two of our chickens moving around near the back wall our third chicken started flapping frantically. She was on her side on the ground not two feet in front of me, "we've got a chicken down!" I shouted to M, and asked him to bring me some shoes.
I couldn't reach the hurt chicken because of the six foot wire fence between us. Once M brought me some shoes, I went around through the tree yard to reach the chicken yard gate. I was thinking to myself, "Maybe we can keep her in the chicken house or in the cage so she can rest and get better."
When I reached her still form, I realized I wouldn't have to worry about where to keep her. Our once beautiful layer, was dead. Such a pathetically limp form. Damn fox, or whatever it was.
Here is my poor Tiger Lilly, an Americana,
lost to us this day, Jan 8th, 2008
M was so sweet. He kept C company while I checked on the chickens, and dealt with the body. He wasn't the least bit grouchy about having his sleep interrupted. I know he thinks I'm a little kooky for wanting to keep chickens, but he was nothing but supportive this morning.
I went to the chicken yard fence and started counting chickens. A light orange blur appeared on the top of the 6 foot block wall a few feet to my right. I shouted and the blur twisted around and disappeared back over the wall. I'm thinking too big to be a cat, but wrong color (and too flexible) for a coyote. Maybe a fox. It was still very dark and I didn't have my glasses on.
Just when I'd located two of our chickens moving around near the back wall our third chicken started flapping frantically. She was on her side on the ground not two feet in front of me, "we've got a chicken down!" I shouted to M, and asked him to bring me some shoes.
I couldn't reach the hurt chicken because of the six foot wire fence between us. Once M brought me some shoes, I went around through the tree yard to reach the chicken yard gate. I was thinking to myself, "Maybe we can keep her in the chicken house or in the cage so she can rest and get better."
When I reached her still form, I realized I wouldn't have to worry about where to keep her. Our once beautiful layer, was dead. Such a pathetically limp form. Damn fox, or whatever it was.
lost to us this day, Jan 8th, 2008
M was so sweet. He kept C company while I checked on the chickens, and dealt with the body. He wasn't the least bit grouchy about having his sleep interrupted. I know he thinks I'm a little kooky for wanting to keep chickens, but he was nothing but supportive this morning.
