Good Bye my Feathered Friends

The  last few days have been hard.  Two hens and my rooster Peeper are gone (that's him in the picture to the right as a youngster).  The culprits left too much evidence.  I know who they are.

I won't go into the gory details other than to say that I found the lifeless, torn up bodies of Carmela Brown and Cheddar strewn about their run.  The three youngest of my hens had recently had their wings clipped to keep them from flying over the fence and into my garden.  It also left them helpless in the face of a predator attack. I dug a hole by the fuji apple tree and called my friend to come help.  I couldn't face the carnage.

Layla (in front), Carmela Brown and Cheddar

The remaining flock seemed shook up.  My young hen Layla didn't have her two companions so she hung close to Rooster Peeper. Sylvia and Chicky Licky seemed to take it in stride but Peeper was jumpy and took to falling backward.  I kept them locked safely in their coop of reinforced chainlink and field fencing during the day.  I just couldn't take any chances.  The killers were loose and they could come back.  I also didn't know what I was up against either.  Was it a fox (we'd seen them but not for over a year); could it be the big possum or even a stray dog?  I'd found scat in the middle of the grass riddled with fig seeds.  Was it a raccoon?  In the 50+ years that I'd spent connected to this house, no one had ever seen a raccoon, not ever... until I asked my next door neighbor Shae and he told me that yes, he'd seen a raccoon in his back yard.  His dog had run it off.  How long ago?  He thought it'd been about 6 months back.

Their coop was completely enclosed except for a small opening at the top between roof and garage wall where it's located and I'd lined the bottom with pavers dug into the ground and then the fencing had been placed on the inside of the pavers.  It was pretty secure... or so I thought.

The outer coop which had been reinforced
 with smaller mesh 3 feet high

Last night I checked on them before my bedtime.  It was about 11pm and all was well. Everyone left was roosting comfortably for the night.  I was satisfied they were secure. Then, morning came early.  I was up before the light to open the windows and doors to let the cool air flow through the house.  I heard some early morning hen clucking like they do when they are laying but Peeper had mostly stopped crowing in the mornings, so I thought nothing of it when he didn't cut loose.  When it was time to take out their morning snack of chopped up cucumber peels and strawberry tops, I stopped in horror at their coop gate.

It wasn't possible! Yet there was my Peeper lying mangled and dead in the outer coop. The three remaining hens were with him unharmed but keeping their distance and there was no sight of who had done this.  Looking closer, I could see that he was attacked in the inner coop and dragged to the outer one.  I quickly isolated my hens away from the corpse and called my friend again.

The clean up wasn't as intense.  The killer had been interrupted because there weren't many feathers strewn around and Peeper was mostly intact.  It was horrible to see and think about.  I let my friend do the clean up while I headed out to an appointment and work.  I couldn't believe that something had gotten into the reinforced coop but then, there was the space at the top - the weak spot.

Peeper, large and in charge

After coming home later that morning, I surveyed the coop. There had been a huge pile of scat in the outer coop left by the killer and the same scat had been dropped several days prior during the first killings.  There had also been several piles of the same in the grass close by.  By then I was pretty sure that it was a raccoon but no one had seen one EXCEPT my next door neighbor.  Well, ok. He could be right... and he was.  I found tracks; very clear tracks and the fact that they are known chicken killers sealed the decision.  It all added up to a raccoon or raccoons.

Later that day, my brother came and sealed up the space and my friend and I set about reinforcing the rest of the fencing top and sides.  I'm sleeping with my window open and the fan off so I can hear any noises... Hopefully tomorrow I'll have found a trap.  They won't stop.  They'll keep coming back.  Raccoons are relentless. So I need to be too.  If I can trap it ( or them), I'll take it far enough away that it won't make it back.  That's the plan today.  Raccoons - it's on!

Farewell my fine feathered friend ~
So glad I got to know you and love you.