Darn It!

We came home to the predator having gotten into the rooster pen again.

It was a skunk, chewing on the neck of one of the white silkies that has no self preservation instincts

My youngest cried out to me in alarm and I tramped up the hill with a metal garbage can lid, which I bashed aggressively against the coop to cause the critter to retreat..

Blood drenched the end edge of the inside cage which was supposed to have been a second layer – but the four boys in it always slept clustered against the edge.

We’d had to tarp that area because they wouldn’t move out of the rain, and I had commented days ago to my youngest they had Darwinianism stamped all over them.

I hate being proven correct in such a matter, and I’m upset that we’ve lost two more roosters to the opportunist.