I’ll just rip off the band-aid quickly and get to the point on this one because it really just sucks. No better way to put it. Molter and Scully, our two Naked-neck Turkens are dead. Monday morning Trevor went out to check on feed and water for the chickens and found a pile of suspicious feathers inside the Turken’s house. When he started looking for them he found most of Scully’s body on their ramp and Molter’s various parts down the field a few yards. The chicken wire had been ripped open again and since the Turken house doesn’t close up, they were the victims.
Remember last month I told you how there were large dinner plate sized rips in the chicken wire all over the run? The wire wasn’t dug up, or peeled open at any seams, or even ripped at any weak points. It was full-on, ripped open like a sardine can. And this time the predator ripped through two layers of reinforced heavy chicken wire! I know because I had just repaired and covered all of the rips from last month! I had actually been looking this morning to replace the chicken wire with something of a heavier gauge and smaller mesh, but then again, I don’t really think anything heavier will keep out big predators. They seem pretty determined.
This time there were paw prints everywhere around the coop due to recent rain so it was easy to figure out who was the culprit. Not much you can do to keep a bobcat out of a chicken coop short of steel walls. Luckily we close the main coop door at night so the other six chickens were safe. I am very upset that two were absolutely massacred in the middle of the night. Literally all that was left were guts and legs. It’s really the last thing you want to wake up to on your way to a family party. Like I said, it sucks. But, I did what I had to do and buried what was left of my two cutest chickens underneath the burn pile. Goodbye Molter and Scully; hello Bob.