|Where the predator dug under, and some feathers from Feyd|
This wasn't how I planned for Feyd to make his final exit ... after Feyd taking a chunk of skin off hubby's palm last week, I had decided Feyd deserved a proper death, as the centerpiece of Thanksgiving dinner on the blue and white china platter. So much for plans.
|another view of where the predator dug under|
This is our fault. We had become complacent; we had become lax. We both had seen the broken eggshells , but thought the hens were kicking them out of the tractors. We have been lazy on keeping the grass down around the electronetting, so it could have been grounding out. Hubby immediately spotted where the fence was sown this morning.
We're not sure what we're dealing with - smaller than a bear (the bear would have caused much more damage) but larger than your average opossum or coon. Possibly a bobcat, or coyote, or loose dog, or maybe even a fox. Hubby says he will probably sit up tonight, hoping to shoot it.
This is on top of another rabbit loss Saturday. Out of the four young rabbits I bought, I sold one _ Runt - lost Hogger to a freak accident where he got both hocks jammed into the wire and tore skin and meat off trying to get loose, and now Roberta, the big girl, who like Hammy looked like she simply went to sleep and didn't wake up. That leaves me with Lacey from that group, plus Shalimar who is doing just peachy.
|Lacey, remaining bunny from the NZ/Rex mix group I bought earlier this summer|
As for the long silence ... well, it seems this year that the more I am doing around here, the less I feel like blogging. I guess you could say I've been spending my energy doing, instead of just "talking" about it. By the time I'm done with evening milking, I usually just want to stop sweating, maybe take a shower, and lay down and either read, or just page through a knitting or crochet magazine, or cookbook, or through one of my herb books with lots of pictures.