Where others have been covered with snow, we got soaked with rain, mixed with ample doses of lightening and wind, followed by freeze warnings. It could be better for the newly budded fruit but it also could have been worse.
The family is on alert. The chicken house has been invaded and a hen has disappeared each night for five nights. No tracks, no signs of what it was. Marcy found this trail where the hens are being taken away, far from the chicken house. Repairs and reinforcement have been made to any possible entry, game cam erected, flash lights charged and shot gun loaded.
We suspect a bob cat. We have seen one above our property. There were tracks far away from the scene of the crime but close to the feathers lost as the unknown animal carried his take-out dinner home.
Lil is terrified to follow the trail and this is very odd. Ki follows it, lifts her head quite often and checks her surroundings.
When the culprit is captured or eliminated, I will share the secret of our mystery intruder, until then, all we can do is try to protect the fowls and be watchful for the next attack.
