A Foul Week for Fowl
The week isn't over yet and it's been a tough one for my birds. Yesterday, while I was preoccupied with tattooing my nubian doe and then spiffing up the landscaping in the front yard, I heard a bird ruckus and my husband yelling. A juvenile bobcat snatched one of my minorca laying hens in broad daylight. The hen was one of my good layers, but a member of the renegades that refuse to stay in the chicken run. My poor turkeys had quite a scare too. Everyone was upset for a while. There is nothing left of my hen but a pile of feathers.