Well so much for eleven chickens. Last night when I went to put up the hens, one was missing. The dark red one. I waited until after dark just in case she was straggling for some reason but still no little red hen.
This morning when I went out to take care of the animals I saw one little Buckeye lying down in the middle of the chicken tractor. It didn’t get up. Then I started counting. Five live Buckeyes left and the oddball was gone too.
I don’t know what got them but all we found was one dead mangled bird in the middle of the tractor with no feet, one foot outside the door and a few feathers.
Bryon thinks it was a big boar raccoon. He thinks it got under one of the little spaces where the ground isn’t exactly level and grabbed them one by one and ripped them out of there.
I don’t know WHAT happened but I’m mad.
Now I have to figure out what to do with the remaining five… put them in with the hens or back into the garage for a while?
I’m thinking I’d like to have a new raccoon skin hat.