I wish I did not have anything to talk about tonight. But the fact is, I do. It has been a hard day.
This morning I went out to the hen house and coop to give the five chickens the kitchen scraps and some scratch and feed. As I approached the coop I saw feathers and my heart sank.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" I chanted. Mr. Moon was right beside me, heading over to the garage. We went into the coop and at the far side of it was a dead chicken. And in the hen house itself another hen lay dead in a nest.
I almost broke. I had truly thought they were safe in that space but to be honest, the screen door into the coop is warped and at the top there's a small space that we're pretty sure a raccoon got in to murder my babies. Liberace's tail feathers were all fucked up and I'm sure he put up a valiant fight but a raccoon is a powerful force of teeth and clever paws with claws. They can tear up a dog so you know they can decimate a chicken. Neither of the bodies were near the door and I am pretty sure the coon couldn't figure out how to get them out. As we all know, a raccoon can climb. Foxes can too but the trail cam which was trained on the other door, the solid door, showed so many raccoons sniffing around, trying to open it which they could not but the screen door was probably too easy.
Both Glen and I are done. For now, at least. It's just too much. Liberace, Gracie, and the young one which I am now almost sure is a rooster, are the only ones left and we let them out of the coop this morning. Fuck it. If they're going to die, let them be free until they do.
So yes. It's been a very sad day. Luckily I had Weatherford boy pick-up duty. That and their new kitten was a bit of a distraction.
Perhaps we shall miss chickens so much that we will figure out a way to keep them safe from critters who live around us. I hope so. But for now, we have these three left and I have little hope for their survival.