Today’s post was going to be about feeding the other animals from the almost market garden, but last night changed that.
Justin and I were watching the much needed storm last night when we heard yelling. I went to our son’s room but he was ok. Justin checked on the chicken coop, I got a call from him on his Droid (doubling as a flashlight) asking for his boots (he was in sandals) and heavy gloves. An opossum had one of the New Hampshire Red hens and was dragging her off to the corner. Justin and Freya, our Chesapeake Bay Retriever had her free and had it was cornered.
It is funny how something goes from being a nice fuzzy wuzzy animal and live and let live to it must be out. Freya had killed it and I was strangely ok with that even willing to finish it off to end its suffering. The hen that had been nearly breakfast was running around the yard with decent speed and agility and in the dark seemed ok. No blood was found but, her feathers are auburn anyway. I made sure this morning that it was me that went to open the coop this morning and she was just as hungry and spry as the others.
Now to find the access point and make sure we don’t have anymore coop-raiders.
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