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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

And, Then There Were Two



Sunday night, I did not get out to shut up the chickens. Monday morning at 5:30 am, I went out to feed them and close them up until I finished sleeping. There was a pile of yellow chicken feathers in the far corner of the pen, right by the table where they sleep. Outside the pen, the little one must have made an escape because there is another pile of the delicate yellow feathers.

It was a cat, and I know which one. Only one cat has ever tried to catch one of my chickens. I saw it Saturday after it jumped the group of three little ones. Now that the cat has had one chicken, I suppose they will be on the radar and menu!

Since the raccoons are off at their summer home, I have not seen or heard anything from even one raccoon. I know it is the cat!

All the chickens were deliriously happy with the corn cobs this morning. There are enough for three more days, maybe four days of corn cobs.

10 comments:

  1. Lena,
    Thanks. I was stunned and sad.

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  2. I am so sorry. And that is why our cats are kept inside at night - and for most of the day. Hugs.

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  3. EC,
    Most people around here leave cats out. Thanks.

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  4. Oh, no! That breaks my heart. So sorry. Dang cats.

    {{{Hugs}}}
    Cherdo
    www.cherdoontheflipside.com

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    1. Cherdo,
      I saw that same cat at my curb tonight, licking her paws like she had a good meal. She must have gotten a mouse. I still don't know if I have roosters or hens!

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  6. I know the feeling. It's as if every predator knows when you make a mistake. Never fails.

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    1. Mike,
      So true. I have commenters who have never lost a chicken and fault me terribly for being a bad person. sigh

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