It was a sad day in Chickenville, many residents perished when the great big doglike predator decided to visit yesterday. Annmarie went outside with the grandbaby ready to depart the farm and spotted a coyote right next to the barn with a chicken in its mouth! She grabbed the wrong rifle and had a hard time getting a focus through the scope, they are all set for me. In the end she did not get a shot off. We have since decided that she can just grab the 30-30, it has open sights and from the house she can hit anything she can see with it.
She ended up walking the road up along all of our bottom pasture looking for the offender and spotted it ducking into the creek bed down near field #4. Again no shooting commenced, she does not believe that random fire in the last known location is an effective dissuasion. We differ on this belief but I was not the one out walking the field, I was in town shopping.

On a plus note the spring up in field #2 is putting water out again. It had dried up late summer.
When she came back and searched all around the barn all she could find was one lone hen and multiple different feather piles. There were no other hens near the barn. Annmarie was sure that the coyote had killed a rooster which is good as I have an extra. I could not count the chickens until after dark. They all need to go into the coop and settle down for me to get an accurate count. We do in fact still have three roosters, (they are hard to kill and are usually the last to succumb to the predators) and now only have 17 hens! This means we have lost 10 hens to the predators in recent days. I was pretty sure the count should be 25-27 hens. I had to look back three months on the chicken spreadsheet to find the last hen count.

Once again the predators are winning. It is a rare year that the farm comes out on top. We almost did it this year. When I was getting rocks last week I noticed a coyote dig under the fence into the wheat field. I am going to have to set out a trap again in very specific locations where they are crawling under the fence.
We had a bird hunter come out today and we asked that he watch for coyotes. He ended up shooting one coyote but no pheasants! Good for us, bad for him.

















