Yesterday we had a wee break in the colder, cloudy, rainy weather here (Are we really in Boulder folks? Feels more like the Pacific Northwest). So with shovel and wheelbarrow in tow I ventured into the garden for some much anticipated pottering about. Certain flowers had been catching my eye and demanding I move them to a more appropriate place where they could be better show-cased.
Off we ventured to the North Shore. It was lovely. The clouds were breaking up and the sun was peeking through just enough to highlight the water and provide some warmth.
A good day with all its comings and goings. Speaking of comings and goings. Sad news from the farm. The dear little egg with the hearbeat is no more. Such sadness. I was shocked when collecting the days' eggs to find that it was gone. Gone without a trace! How can that be?
After consulting an online chicken forum, I've surmised it could be one of a few things. Rat (Darn you Templeton!), Snake (Let's NOT go there shall we?), or eek Cannibalism? I've gleened some ideas and after more than a bit of grieving, moping, and basic wallowing, I'm determined to thwart the culprit! No one said this chicken keeping was for the faint of heart. So, its off to the hardware store for some hardware cloth.