|photo credit: Moonpie|
This weekend we lost our last little chicken, Cocoa. She was a beautiful araucana and laid green tinted eggs. After we lost Blackberry, she developed a bit of a crow. We thought that maybe she was crying out for her buddy, feeling a little lonely and lost without her sidekick. She spent her last days roosting up in our live oak tree- we couldn't get her in her coop at night to lock her up safe. Poor little thing.
We are still on the quest for the raccoon. He is old and smart and will have nothing to do with our live traps.
We've decided not to replace the chickens until we catch him and remove him from the area.
It's weird not the hear the cluck-cluck of happy hens first thing in the morning.
I miss them.