I still have a chicken killer. It snagged Puff, the original tree chicken, out of a tree one of the nights I was at work. When I came home on Friday, Sarah kindly informed me that there was another dead chicken in one of the nest boxes. It turned out to be one of my Buff Orpington hens (original chicken lineage). She was the one who had egg duct issues that I thought would die. So now I have a whopping 17 laying hens left. I still have all 11 of my babies and they should start producing in a couple of months. They are out with the other chickens now and a new pecking order is being established. I had Sarah leave the dead chicken out in the chicken yard and shut the yard gate. This was so I could be sure that my killer could not get past the electric fence. The dead chicken was undisturbed this morning. So I will just start locking the outer gate at night. That way the chickens are not trapped in the coop until we let them out. They can just leave the coop at the crack of dawn and wander the yard. I will start watering the chicken yard so the grass will keep growing. I also spent part of the last two days using the weedeater (I had to borrow my parents, I break them, had to fix this one twice in last two days) to create a kill zone around the chicken coop. I am hoping to make it uncomfortable for the killer to return.
The sheep are doing great. I cannot for the life of me figure out why everyone isn't in love with baby sheep? They are the cutest little stinkers. We keep catching them and petting on them. Here is a picture of Lucky, the multicolor ram.
Here is a picture of the coffee girls. Annmarie took this out our front window, the sheep have been banned from the front yard. Yes, I realize that they were mowing the lawn, but they were also using the back porch as a bathroom. But most importantly they think roses are a delicacy. They were going to kill my roses if they were not ejected from the yard. They can come back in the fall when the trees and bushes are dormant.