Friday, 16 January 2015

Don't Count your Chickens

On Wednesday  evening when I was shutting the shop up all the alpacas became restless and started staring across the paddock towards the race behind the chicken run.   Mike let Jake out and he ran around barking but we could not see any sign of an intruder, so assumed it was a fox which had run off.

When Mike let the chickens out yesterday he found a dead hen.  It had been attacked and most of its breast had been removed.  Must have been something small enough to get in through some very small gaps , maybe a stoat or a pole cat.  Naturally she  was one of the newest batch and not one of the old timers.

It took Mike quite a long time but he put bricks, netting  and other blocking measures over every conceivable small gap.   This morning there were no dead bodies, so we are crossing our fingers and toes  that the predator, whatever it was, cannot carry out a repeat performance.

On Tuesday which is Nick's day, Mike wanted to do some welding in the barn so Pedro (the recently castrated fighting male) had to be penned in the field with the other males.   Apart from a bit of pacing and some spitting over the fence, all was fairly quiet so we decided to "accidentally"  leave him an opening to get out at dusk, as it is about a month since the op.

He did not notice until it was nearly dark and so only had a few minutes to mix with the other boys.   Apart from a couple of half-hearted spats with his sworn enemy, Spirit, all has been acceptably calm.   If there is any sign of trouble Jake "That's my Job" takes care of it with a dash over to the fence and loud barking which, amazingly, is sufficient to stop them.

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