Sunday evening was lovely, not too windy (a break from the strong winds we had for days before and after that), and warm enough for us to enjoy being outside.
I thought it'd be fun to walk around with my camera and see what I found, a few things surprised me.
Feathers on the grass...never a good sign. Sunday seems to be Chicken Death Day here at the farm. Nearly every chicken that's died over the past year has been attacked on a Sunday. It makes sense, Sunday is the quietest day on the farm...leaving the door of opportunity open for coyotes.
And then we spotted this guy in the middle of the farm yard! None of us had ever seen a beaver in person, let alone on the farm. He didn't like Harold but didn't seem to mind the curious humans and chickens.
I wasn't surprised to find Noah...but sometimes I look at him and just marvel at how big he is. How can he be 8? I LOVE his freckles, love them. And those teeth! He's slowly growing into them.
And then! We saw this lady with her feathers all matted down and nasty looking. We wondered what in the world had happened to her?!
She actually had feathers missing! We think one chicken fell prey to a coyote or fox and this one escaped. And we continue to think Harold is innocent because he never gives us any reason to think otherwise...except that he doesn't seem to be a very good watch dog. Oh the mysteries and drama that seem to follow these feathered ladies around.
The guys were on the lookout for more piles of feathers...
Thankfully they came up short. So now our adult chicken count is at 14 and our chick count is at 28 (one of those randomly died this week, too).
The chickens are in their barn, safe and sound, squawking hopefully at us to let them out. If only they were smart enough to know that we're keeping them in for their own good. Sometimes the circle of life just isn't that much fun.
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