Woke up at 4 this morning to flapping and shrieking coming from the chicken tractor. Got Finn outside, but too late. Lost two egg layers … which is sad because we don’t have a lot this year anyhow. Predator’s gotta eat, I suppose. I just wish they wouldn’t feast from the buffet of Timberwyck.
Time to move the chickens inside for a bit. By mid-summer the foxes, raccoons and fishers should hopefully have moved to more productive ground.