This morning the hens were making an awful racket. Calamity Jane would not get down from the top roost of the coop. Later in the morning the hens and chicks were all up on the outdoor roosts and CJ would not let up on the calling. That is when I found the trail of feathers leading to the remains of Greta.
We can’t be sure what got her, but the educated guess leads to coons. We have been keeping the door of the coop open 24/7 for 6 months now. Greta was the only hen on the lower roost last night. Yesterday our neighbour told us he’d seen coons in the big tree in our yard again. Bingo.
A month ago we lost Rocky and the Golden Chicken. The little inner door on our coop swung shut during a wind storm while we were in Moab. Although they were not the only hens caught inside, they were the oldest. Rocky had actually been suffering some internal injuries and her death following the confinement may have been coincidental.
So we seem to inadvertently be making room for the new chicks we are raising. Let’s hope the carnage stops there. It would be nice to keep a few layers around, and its been grizzly burying dead chickens that I have raised.