Sunday, December 20, 2009
Christmas in Alafia
December has been a wonderful month of riding. We had a great camp out in Alafia River State Park with the horses. We stayed in a tent (that part sucked) and went riding on both Saturday and Sunday. The weather was beautiful and we stayed up late Saturday night with the gang talking around a campfire. It was awesome.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Chicken Massacre
Something ate our chickens!
I don't mean one or two of them.. I mean like almost ALL of them. Over a couple of days, they started coming up dead.
Actually, Cody tipped me off to the first carcass I saw. He saw me outside, and came thundering down the fence to me... then turned and ran back to the corner, then back to me.
Being a stupid human, I just blinked with all the clueless wonder I had and said something dumb like... "Are we playing a game?" and Jokingly added. "What's that, Lassie? Timmy's in the well?"
And he ran back down the fence, stopped, put his nose down, then came back to me with feathers all over his nose. Damn, I guess Timmy really WAS in the well.
So I followed him down the fence again and found his pile of chicken feathers, and then he snorted and pawed and stared at the fence, and there was a buzzard on the fence post. On the ground beneath was a chicken carcass.
A couple of more chicken carcasses were found in the pasture that day... and within a few days, the chickens in the coop were piles of feathers, beaks, feet, assorted parts strewn about like a bomb went off.
Needless to say we spent yesterday fixing the chicken coop to protect the few we had left. Luckily our Giant Cochin, Godzilla, and the Muppets were ok. Sadly, Runner was among the missing.
And Papa Chicken died a few weeks ago (seemingly just keeled over, no feathers plucked) so he didn't live to witness the carnage of his beloved flock, at least.
I don't mean one or two of them.. I mean like almost ALL of them. Over a couple of days, they started coming up dead.
Actually, Cody tipped me off to the first carcass I saw. He saw me outside, and came thundering down the fence to me... then turned and ran back to the corner, then back to me.
Being a stupid human, I just blinked with all the clueless wonder I had and said something dumb like... "Are we playing a game?" and Jokingly added. "What's that, Lassie? Timmy's in the well?"
And he ran back down the fence, stopped, put his nose down, then came back to me with feathers all over his nose. Damn, I guess Timmy really WAS in the well.
So I followed him down the fence again and found his pile of chicken feathers, and then he snorted and pawed and stared at the fence, and there was a buzzard on the fence post. On the ground beneath was a chicken carcass.
A couple of more chicken carcasses were found in the pasture that day... and within a few days, the chickens in the coop were piles of feathers, beaks, feet, assorted parts strewn about like a bomb went off.
Needless to say we spent yesterday fixing the chicken coop to protect the few we had left. Luckily our Giant Cochin, Godzilla, and the Muppets were ok. Sadly, Runner was among the missing.
And Papa Chicken died a few weeks ago (seemingly just keeled over, no feathers plucked) so he didn't live to witness the carnage of his beloved flock, at least.
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