This morning, I noticed that Mabel, Owen's chicken, was not in the chicken run with the other chickens. Mabel likes to fly whenever possible, so I figured she was just being adventurous. I took Nash and headed out to get her back with her mates. What I found was unimaginable...
Inside of our small chicken run, there were three dead chickens, two dead ducks, and another chicken injured. The only one of our original chicken brood unharmed was Mabel. An unknown animal had either scaled the fencing, or flown in from overhead. The creature didn't eat the chicks and ducks-just killed them and left them.
I know this is farm life, but this is our first year of farm life. These chicks weren't just backyard chickens. They each belonged to one of my children and were loved by our family. We had raised them from day-old puff balls to almost fully mature chickens. They were gentle and tame and loved to be snuggled. The ducks would happily quack and follow us anywhere we went, and loved nothing more than to swim and dive in their little kiddie pool.
Rest In Peace to Jackie, Cecilia, Rosie, Joey, and Chandler.