sounds more like a pack of dogs to me, coyotes usually dont just kill and leave it, they kill it and carry it off.
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I got home at 7 AM not to be attacked by Chickens in the Drive Way. Feathers were in a clump beside where I park. I went and put out feed for those ever hungry birds and went in and got my morning Coffee. Later I went out and found the Massacre Either One of those Chubacobbba things or a pack of Coyotes made a raid in the yard as the sun was coming up. Four Roosters so big they couldnt be dragged off lay in the yard. At least 2 hens that were smaller had been carried across the road. almost half of two Roosters were eaten. I had thought about culling some sex starved Roosters to give the Hens some slack. But, feeding a pack in a Killing spree had not been the plan. --- A couple of more raids like that and I will be Converning the Chicken house to a Boat shed
sounds more like a pack of dogs to me, coyotes usually dont just kill and leave it, they kill it and carry it off.
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sorry bout the chickens....mother nature rules......
What are doing FOL, free ranging your chickens so they taste better or something?Pen them up. That's funny about the chupacabra.
Randy Andres
Not good
Free range? Yes!!!! The Roosters were all over 15 Lbs They did keep bugs to a mininum and the grass clipped and droppings for the Garden. Still I do hope they dont come back... My Moms two small Dogs go outside and are at risk as they are very small. Both of them togeather would weigh less than one Rooster
The Craters dug in the yard by them dusting or cooling in the summer were big enough to loose a zero turn mower or a VW bug. They also ate 15 to 20 gallons of Blueberries each spring.... I dont think I will miss them much...
Dwyane
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I hear you. Grew up raising chickens amongst other things. Some were in the yard, most in the chicken house. Hated going into the chicken house because of all the black widows. Them things were the size of half dollars. All them critters were/are tough in West Texas. The bed posts in the house were standing in bowls of water to keep the scorpions out of the bed at night.
I recall one big rooster that walked around the yard constantly thinking he's tough. I know what the meaning of "cock of the walk" is. He couldn't stand anyone to turn your back to him and walk away - he'd peck the back of your legs big time. We would always have to turn around and walk backwards to go somewhere when he was close. Don't know why my granddad put up with that.
Randy Andres
Shadow !!! do you come to the D'Arbonne gathering??? When the sap is down We can dig up a dozen small bushes which spread from the roots. it would make picking easier.