Something skeert my chicken
We heard a squawk late the other night and I went flying out to the henhouse (O, how many times?). That little cross in the window was missing and my hen was downstairs in the run sitting in her water bowl making distressed chicken noises.
Near as I can figure it, something punched its face through the window (there’s no glass or anything). Probably a fox, because a badger would have bulldozed the hutch over. It’s a tiny house; foxy probably poked her off the perch with his nose. Poor girl.
The rooster, naturally, slept through the whole thing.
Posted: December 17th, 2024 under personal.
Comments: 4
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Comment from QuasiModo
Time: December 17, 2024, 8:04 pm
“The rooster, naturally, slept through the whole thing.”
Wimmenz don’t need men to fight their battles anymore 🐓🐔🦊
Comment from durnedyankee
Time: December 17, 2024, 8:46 pm
In fact, that’s why so many men are suddenly identifying as women!
Comment from Bob Mulroy
Time: December 18, 2024, 6:01 pm
A very lovely and genuine coop. Maybe it time to add a fence charger?
Is that even legal in the UK?
Comment from Uncle Al
Time: December 19, 2024, 11:00 pm
The rooster, naturally, slept through the whole thing.
Was he drunk again? You know what they say about a stiff cock having no conscious…ness.
I’ll get my coat.
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