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Chris woke up at 7 to let the chickens out of the run. At 9, I went to check on them – and Yoshi/Dino Puppy/that gray one was missing. Totally gone. No blood, no excessive feathers anywhere – just gone.

We’re assuming a bird of prey got a taste of her yesterday (see dried blood on beak, freaked out chickens) and came back to finish the job today.

I feel like we are cursed in the chicken department, and I’m mad that I’ll never hear her dino-like squawk again. I’m also holding out hope that I’ll glance up from the kitchen and see her running head-long across the back of the yard.

The remaining chickens will be in their attached run until further notice. We’ve ordered more hardware cloth to expand the run and begun thinking of ways to close the ends of the wagon so we can move them about the yard, give them fresh grass, and still keep them safe. The balancing act between giving them a good life with access to fresh pasture and protecting them is a tough one.

20120808. Yoshi Takashite, aka Dino Puppy.Update: She lives!


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