So Long Scaredy Cat

 

We lost one of our chickens last night to a pesky, thoughtless, hungry predator.

It was our fault. Anna and I took the boys to the fair and we didn't come home until nearly 11 pm. Way too late if you have chickens to shut into the coop. When we got home I went straight to the barn to close the coop and discovered Scaredy Cat's feathers all over the barn. Emily, one of the smaller brown chickens was perched high up in the room, and the other two were freaked out in the coop. UGH. This is the second chicken we lost to a predator. 

Scaredy cat was our biggest hen and was the top of the pecking order.  She essentially ruled the roost...and was ruthless to Emily, the chicken at the bottom of the pecking order.  I think her absense might make the others a bit less anxious now that she's not around to peck them all the time.  Oh, the trauma and tragedy of having chickens.

So long Scaredy Cat.  We will certainly miss you- though I am not so sure Emily will.