The other day, a predator of some kind (I suspect a fox) got three of our silkies and injured a fourth. The fourth is doing okay–that is, she’s very skittish and moving very slowly, but she’s keeping hydrated and well-fed, which is a good sign. There is a problem with her right eye and her neck, and she stays huddled up. However, chickens don’t do well with stress, and the fact that she’s made it this long is very encouraging.
I’d ask what they’re good for, but I don’t want them taking on a large predator, either.
I’d suspect cats, but whatever the animal was, it was got into the henhouse and out again without leaving any detritus behind (see how politely I put that?), and none has been spotted in the yard, either. This was a thief.
Have no fear. While we were sad and rattled, the henhouse has now been reinforced six ways from Sunday, and the Ladies and other babies are doing okay.
It has been suggested that we need a goose, to which I say no. No.
Don’t make me get the squirt bottle.
Straight to Chickens 