Something in our pasture has been going bump in the night. Each of the past few nights I have been loosing one or two laying hens. I find them in the electronet encloure with their head and neck eaten off. I thought it was a raccoon, that is their signature. The grass was getting long and reducing the charge on the netting, along with the rain. I borrowed a live trap and set that out, made the enclosure smaller and dragged the lawn mower out there. I scalped the fence line-no grass shorting out the netting. I have 7,000 volts running through that netting and still dead chickens. I was mentally preparing to spend the night in a lawnchair and sleeping bag- 12 gauge in hand. But why fight nature? I need to be smarter than the weasel/coon/carnivore so instead Lizzy and i moved the roosting hens into our old ‘chicken fortress’. It is not as mobile but will keep them safe (i hope). I left the live trap baited with last nights half eaten chicken in the empty coop, perhaps the carnivore likes leftovers 🙂
Update- empty trap this morning, hens are adjusting to their new digs-why didn’t I think of moving them after the first fatality?