When we went to close the chicken's door tonite, and to everyone's alarm, Goldie wasn't there. Kriss and Dick ran off looking for her. Dick headed toward the coyote field while Kriss stayed on the property hoping for a less scarry result. Unfortunately Dick found the first feathers...and Kriss found the rest.
It's a sad day. We are amazed at how sad we are about Goldie. She was the first chicken that let us hold her. She would jump up in Kriss's lap and then on her head.. She loved Kriss and I think Kriss loved her too. The other two chickens were never as trusting and friendly as Goldie and I think that's why we miss her alot. We don't really know what happened to her but think it was either a coyote or an eagle that got her. We wish that it would have been the white chicken instead of Goldie because the white chicken wasn't friendly at all to Kriss. And now I heard them talking about maybe not having any chickens at all. They just don't think it worth it tonite but I hope they feel different in the morning.
Tomorrow I know that Kriss is planning on getting the over built chicken tractor out and putting the two other chickens inside even tho they hate it...in fact they were in it a few days ago...but just paced back and forth until Kriss finally let them out. Everyone new it would be a matter of time before something got the chickens because they were free ranginging, which means, when they left the chicken house each day in the morning they would get to go anywhere they wanted, including the neighbors. One day Goldie got separated from the other two chickens and so Dave our neighbor walked her home so that nothing would get her on the way. Lucky the Rooster was their protector and I think there was some safety in numbers when they would walk around together.
Well goodbye Goldie..We all miss you..We will think of you often..Sorry that had to happen to you. Love Fleah