Well, the chicken coop isn’t as predator-proof as I thought it was. No one died… I should tell you that now, but we could have very easily lost every single chicken.
Something tried to get into the coop run. What? I don’t know. It could have been a raccoon, or a fox, or a stray dog, or even a mountain lion. The suspicious part is that we heard absolutely nothing last night. No noises. Nothing. Raccoons are noisy buggers. Which leads me to believe it really could have been a mountain lion.
It may be hard to tell, but the chicken wire was actually torn apart. Shredded! Not on a seam either! It was torn open in the middle of each piece –in three different spots of the run. Before you think I’m crazy for suspecting a mountain lion, these rips were not only the size of a dinner plate, but I have seen a mountain lion with my very own beady little eyes on the next street over. They are a truly local predator. And who doesn’t like to eat chicken anyway?