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.