It’s with a heavy heart I had to say good bye to one of my chicks.
It’s been over a month since I brought home these cute little balls of fluff. Finally tragedy struck when I was awoken at 1am yesterday morning by a commotion outside in my backyard. I’m exhausted from the hike I had done the day before so it took me a moment to realize….MY CHICKENS!!!! I sprinted out of bed and grabbed a flashlight fearing the worst. I ran towards the coop in my pjs and my stomach dropped as I saw the mama hen fighting off a raccoon. Thankfully I scared it away and it bolted back out the way it snuck in. My chickens were going crazy and the mama hen did her best to protect them but it breaks my heart to say that the coon ran off with one of the chicks. I was scared and I not sure what to do next so I examine the rest of my flock, who are beyond startled…another chick is badly injured and laying in the corner.
Frantically I’m calling my parents to find out what to do, maybe my dad would come over in the middle of the night to fix the hole and "take care of" that vermin. No one answered, so I sat outside in the dark next to my coop for almost an hour shining the flashlight around and throwing rocks in to the tree above us where I could hear the coon munching on my chick! I could hear it!!!!! Talk about getting sick to your stomach. It didn’t even have the decency to take its kill back to its den or home or whatever those giant rat monsters live in. On top my already horrific night we had a thunder and lighting storm so the sky would constantly light up making this morning events a little more eerie. I’m glad I didn’t see little beady glowing eyes in the trees at every flash.
I was able to get my flock into some dog kennels I had in the garage to extra protect them until I could get that spot patched up. That was difficult in itself because they were so scared they didn’t want to cooperate. The following morning the injured chick was still alive and my dad came by to get her. Hopefully she survives, but she was bleeding and she can’t walk. L Fingers crossed she can come back from this.
I’ve been told this comes with the territory; if I want to be a farmer and raise animals I have to accept the occasional loss. I didn’t think it would be this hard though. This experience made the chick getting stuck in the feeder tube seem like nothing. I’m down one, maybe two, chicks and now I go to bed wondering if they are safe enough. I’m keeping my eye on the coop to make sure I don’t see any spots where anything is trying to get in, if the problem persists I’ll set traps and have someone more brave than myself dispose of these chicken murderers.
Thanks to all my friends for the condolences. I know some people think it’s silly to get upset over a bird, but you raise something from only a couple days old and try to not get attached.
RIP little chickie.