The woods are also home to predators. Six foot long chicken snakes slither out of the tall grass and into the hen house to eat eggs and baby chicks. Possums invade nightly and we are in a fight for our chickens' lives against these predators and others. Raccoons, hawks, and owls patrol as well, picking out supper from time to time.
The hen where most of the chickens roost for the night is supposed to provide some level of safety for the hens as it is completely closed off by tin with a chicken wire bottom enclosure for ventilation, but alas... Our nosy goats rub themselves on the chicken wire to scratch. After months of rubbing, they broke a hole in the chicken wire and gained entry to the hen house. They have gotten into a habit of climbing into the hen house through the hole in the wire and they "roost" with the hens at night. Crazy goats!
While the hole in the wire gives them access, it also gives predators access as well. I had to bury a fat Rhode Island Red hen just yesterday. This has to stop! This afternoon, I assembled wire, lumber, a crowbar, hammer, nails, wire cutters and a heavy duty stapler. I was determined to evict the goats from the hen house and fix the hole in the wall. I drug the goats out. The were reluctant, but knew that they didn't belong. They immediately ran behind the hen house to gain access through the hole, but I had fixed it. I smiled in victory! No more goats in the hen house and no more predators.
I will leave things on a good note. While I mentioned all the bad things about the bordering woods, I need to mention the good things, too. The woods provides a sense of wildness that is much more appealing to me than manicured lawns and development. The acre of wooded area provides us with fat, sweet dewberries to eat. I also have made a friend that lives in the woods. The friend comes hopping by every weekend morning when I milk the cows. Tricia has seen him/her too.
Ol' Peter Cottontail hoppin' down the bunny trail. Hippity Hoppity...
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