Actually it was a coyote. In the wee hours this morning Grandma heard some squallin’ down by the chicken coop. She hastily threw a jacket on over her pajamas and rushed outside … eight chickens too late. Still it could have been worse. The 14 remaining hens were a bit skittish most of the day – wouldn’t you be? – but were otherwise unharmed. Will and Papa spent the afternoon securing the coop against any more intrusions.
Oh… and Hazel is one of the survivors… in case you were wondering.
[...] I just say that I am so tired of cleaning up dead things? You will recall the unfortunate event regarding the chickens and the coyote. Well, since that time there have been a few small snakes [...]