SOMETHING has killed some of my chickens early evening.
I went home to pick something up, as the chickens were making their way back to their sheds, and I hopped into the field.and there was splodge, a ####eral my son had raised from an egg, hes a light sussex. He's alive, just, but Popcorn, a large buff op, shes dead, after laying her 2nd egg of her life today. I have no clue where Grenade or Marshmellow are, i'm prayin they are roosting in a tree somewhere.
Thing is, the batteries and Neville and Harold were in their shed.roosting.untouched.and thankgod my bantams and chicks were in an enclosed run because they are smaller.
My husband, who grew up on a farm, thinks its a large dog, the way the chicken had been shaken about, hes doubtful its a fox.BUT tomorrow evening we are gonna go down.and wait. If its a fox, its days are numbered. I think its more likely to be someones dog as the field runs alongside a bridle track and its ALWAYS got dog walkers on it, none are ever on leads, and I had to tell someone before about letting their dog in my field.
RIP Popcorn.
I don't think Splodge will survive the night, but I made him comfortable, and as i say, I hope Marshmellow and Grenade are hiding in a tree somewhere.
Animals cause you terrible grief, thing is, my sons at his dads, what do I tell him? I'm glad he didnt see it.I cried.and i'm crying now. You work hard to take care of your animals and this happens.
My husbands just gone back down, he's going to bring splodge home if he's still alive..........
