Warning – contains yucky stuff….
When I went to feed the chooks this morning, there was only 3 in the pen. 2 were missing. The broodie one and one of the old red girls. I thought they might be in the coop. But it was empty.
After a quick search of the yard, I found them. It was not good. Both were dead. One was headless and the other had a piece ripped out of her.
Fox or Dog? What ever it was found a small piece of fence that was lifted and managed to get inside the coop – the wire is all buried, but one spot must have been dug up during earthworks.
Despite living just 5 minutes from the city centre, we do live opposite a parkland that runs through several suburbs. The parkland ends with thick scrub, before climbing up to the other side of town to even more scrub. (for the locals it is the top end of Black Gully)
Hubby thinks it was a fox, that has made its way up from the gully.
What ever it was, the front gates are now shut and the coop is in serious lockdown. Sadly this has solved what to do with the Broodie hen and the one of the 2 older girls that only lays occasionally.
I will be sleeping lightly tonight and hope ‘it’ doesn’t revisit tonight!