We have had backyard chickens for years now and have become complacent, security at the coup is not what it used to be. A few people that know me well are very surprised I have managed to keep a pet alive for so long but I have. I love my chickens because they eat all the left over food my children waste (thus reducing my Mother Guilt) and they give the most amazing eggs!
A few weeks ago my egg supply dried up and I was very worried
A - Was the dog getting in and eating them?
B - The girls couldn't be off the lay as three of them only started laying and I have seen them in the nesting box.
C - Are they eating the eggs themselves? (Which would be bad as we would have to bump off 5 chickens and I don't have any suitable burial spaces at the moment.)
D - What else could it be?
With a bit of stelth surveillance from Miss S and I, it turns out it was D - Crows. They are so clever, they set up a scout in a neighbors tree and as soon as a chicken comes out of the laying box he calls the others from near and far so they can all come down and eat the eggs! I was outraged, so wizzed straight down to the produce store to get the netting I was supposed to replace about three years ago.
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The girls got some Free Range Action while Miss M and I got to work. |
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The New Look Palazzo |
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They were a bit suss about coming back in. |
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I was out of the habit of going down daily and getting eggs as there hadn't been any for so long. When I went down a few days later I could believe how many there were. In your face Crows! |