The chickens were having late night visitors. Their fence was in shambles last week. Little foot prints circled their feeders, which had been emptied. Something BIG had been in the coup!
Turns out it was pigs. All our market pigs had been making sojourns from their pasture into the coup and we’re eating all the grain. Fence fixed and properly electrified and the visits stopped. I don’t think thee chickens miss them.