This summer has been the absolute pits when it comes to predator attacks. We were visited every month from May through the present. The flock has been marauded by fox, raccoon, and even snake. Slowly they have been picked off one by one, but this last hit was B A D. We came home to a massacre. All but 2 of our ladies were taken down, including our rooster, "Jr. Ranger."
|Jr. Ranger, Oreo, Ruby, and little Blacky|
Brad ever so thoughtfully shepherded me there while our kids held down the fort. We perused the Poultry hall, but none of the hens were "speaking to me." I went down an aisle and saw the breed of my favorite hen Oreo (she was a HUGE Brahma) and got weepy and turned to leave. Just then I felt a tap, tap, tap on my shoulder. I turned around to be greeted by the most angelic face on a young boy, Quinn. "Excuse me Mam, are you looking to buy a chicken today?" "Well heck," I thought, "from you probably." He brought me over to his hens, and wouldn't you know it, they were my favorite breed, the Araucana. I still wasn't sure, and we went to consult with his mother about whether he could sell his award winner. She said yes, and when we returned, his prize hen was squatting.
"Quinn, what do you suppose she's doing? Do you think she's going to lay an egg?" Sure enough, plop, out came a beautiful, blue-green egg.
She had me at hello.