Some of you may know that I lost 7 of my Jonny Anvil Orpingtons to a bear. I have one lone Orpington left.
Not too long after the bear started nightly visits of destruction and mayhem, I had a mom coyote and her young come through on a hunting spree. When the hens set out that morning, there were 12 of them, 2 roosters. That night there were 4 hens and 2 roosters!
Since then one hen dropped dead and one rooster had his head removed for being a mean SOB. That means I have a flock of three straggly hens and one bewildered roo. He keeps expecting to get beat up at any moment.
It is so sad looking at this tiny family flock. I get 2 eggs a day if I'm lucky.
Several weeks back I also hatched a batch of my own mutts. Didn't need to but since the neighbour had asked me to hatch for him I figured I may as well toss in a few of my own. Turns out those 8 mutt babies and lone Orpington are my future flock, and I had no idea it would turn out this way!
Between the bears, coyotes and racoons, I have kept these last, precious birds locked up in a building that so far (knock on wood!) has not been broken into by the bear. But they are quickly outgrowing their confines and today I spent several hours trying to wire shut every opening in the pen so I could let them out. I let them out with a lump in my throat.
I know that no pen we build, no matter how we build it, will keep out a bear. They rip down all fencing and can shred a building. Racoons are like nimble fingered bandits and when 6 of them are fiddling and yanking and digging, they get in and kill everything they can get. So far the only time the coyotes have got my birds is when they are out. But bears and racoons break in. So I let these birds out into the fresh air and sun with a hope and a prayer. They were so entertaining to watch as they embarked on their big outdoor adventure. But while I watched two small, blue hawks showed up and sat silently in nearby trees.
So while it gave me great satisfaction to usher these youngsters into the world, I worry that by tomorrow morning, there will be none. If a predator gets these babies I think I am about ready to throw in the towel.
Between disease that wipes out the flock and predators, it would seem keeping chickens is a high risk adventure and not for the faint of heart.
Not too long after the bear started nightly visits of destruction and mayhem, I had a mom coyote and her young come through on a hunting spree. When the hens set out that morning, there were 12 of them, 2 roosters. That night there were 4 hens and 2 roosters!
Since then one hen dropped dead and one rooster had his head removed for being a mean SOB. That means I have a flock of three straggly hens and one bewildered roo. He keeps expecting to get beat up at any moment.
It is so sad looking at this tiny family flock. I get 2 eggs a day if I'm lucky.
Several weeks back I also hatched a batch of my own mutts. Didn't need to but since the neighbour had asked me to hatch for him I figured I may as well toss in a few of my own. Turns out those 8 mutt babies and lone Orpington are my future flock, and I had no idea it would turn out this way!
Between the bears, coyotes and racoons, I have kept these last, precious birds locked up in a building that so far (knock on wood!) has not been broken into by the bear. But they are quickly outgrowing their confines and today I spent several hours trying to wire shut every opening in the pen so I could let them out. I let them out with a lump in my throat.
I know that no pen we build, no matter how we build it, will keep out a bear. They rip down all fencing and can shred a building. Racoons are like nimble fingered bandits and when 6 of them are fiddling and yanking and digging, they get in and kill everything they can get. So far the only time the coyotes have got my birds is when they are out. But bears and racoons break in. So I let these birds out into the fresh air and sun with a hope and a prayer. They were so entertaining to watch as they embarked on their big outdoor adventure. But while I watched two small, blue hawks showed up and sat silently in nearby trees.
So while it gave me great satisfaction to usher these youngsters into the world, I worry that by tomorrow morning, there will be none. If a predator gets these babies I think I am about ready to throw in the towel.
Between disease that wipes out the flock and predators, it would seem keeping chickens is a high risk adventure and not for the faint of heart.