All our laying chickens are gone. And Corky is gone. Bert forgot to hit the on-switch on the electric fencer.
The fox only needs one window of opportunity.
Hannah was the first to see Foxy crossing the yard with a still-flapping chicken in her mouth. That is one encounter with nature we'd prefer not to see.
How darn frustrating is that! I'm really sorry for your loss. Sure Bert feels just as bad as you do. Will send up a prayer to the great chicken wrangler for the souls of the dear departed.
Yes. Going to get some bog standard brown ones. We haven't decided whether to rescue them before they go into the cages or after. Before makes better economic sense as they'll lay longer and be healthier.
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Ah! That is awful. Go easy on Bert, it could happen to a Bishop!
I've forgiven him already.
I just feel so sorry for the chickens.
How darn frustrating is that! I'm really sorry for your loss. Sure Bert feels just as bad as you do. Will send up a prayer to the great chicken wrangler for the souls of the dear departed.
Yes. Going to get some bog standard brown ones. We haven't decided whether to rescue them before they go into the cages or after. Before makes better economic sense as they'll lay longer and be healthier.
She should have. But she was too stoned to stone.
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