Is this the Real Killer?
I am heart broken. In the last three days, the last five remaining hens have been hunted and killed by a predator. The sole survivor is Rocksanne, my swift gay rooster.
Surveying the nearby trees, I found a large Raccoon. Do you spot him in the digital picture? Is this the real killer? Was the Possum family framed?
My rooster, Rocksanne, now has a lonely and depressed demeanor. Whenever I enter the chicken pen, he stands perfectly still... almost comatose. It's sad to witness. I'll pick him up and give comforting tender rubs behind his head. For his safety, I have been putting him indoors each night.
I will run a secure wire mesh top to the chicken pen today. This was supposed to be done weeks ago, but the person I hired convinced me a trap was the best way to go. That trap hasn't caught jack shit. The wiley killer sets off the trap, eats the raw meat, and finds a way out each and every goddamn time. Arggh!
After I am assured that there is ironclad security in the chicken pen, I will buy a dozen baby chicks. That should bring my rooster some happiness and hope for a brighter future.