Today I woke up and saw what looked like a torn up plastic bag in the back yard. I put my shoes on for a closer inspection. Turned out to be white feathers! A quick chicken count..1..2..3..4…..5…5….5…….Uht oh. There should be 6.
Omeleto, Omeleto, where have you gone?
Morning is here and the new day is on!
I looked around a bit to see if perhaps little Omletto could be found. It appears that whatever got her, took her over the fence and across the field. I didn’t find anything but a trail of feathers. I followed the trail and didn’t find anything.
Trail of feathers
Omeleto, Omeleto you were here last night.
Nothing but feathers by the greenhouse in light.
I left you with the others but didn’t shut the lock.
Now you are gone and not left with the flock.
This is not the first time we have had a hen house attack, but it is the first time we actually lost a bird. 🙁