I’m hoping all the chickens that were injured have either died or recovered and we won’t have any more surprises. The one chicken I thought wouldn’t survive . . she didn’t. There was another one I didn’t realize was injured and she died so . . we lost 6 hens to one darned possum.
Yesterday Vince had to reset the clock on the automatic doors and then change the opening and closing times. He had scheduled them to close at 6:15 p.m. It was good and dark by then so I went out about 6:20 to make sure the doors had closed. No! Neither one had so I had to come back to the house and get him. It was so dark that he just manually closed them and will have to mess with resetting them today.
Can you imagine if those doors had not closed and I had gone out there this morning to more dead and injured chickens? Not good!
Vince keeps wanting to get rid of the chickens. He gets stuck taking care of them when I’m gone and we have to get our friends to come check on them when we’re gone. He knew I was upset about losing so many and he said “We’ll probably have to get baby chicks in the spring!” Did he just say we could have more chickens?
I doubt we do it . . it all depends on what’s going on with our housing situation. If I have to choose spending more time with Addie or keeping my chickens, I think you know what my choice will be.
It will be a long time before I stop going out and checking on those chickens a dozen times a day and into the evening to make sure a critter didn’t sneak into the coop with them for the night, which I think is what happened with the possum.