It's hard to come to terms with a missing pet, even the chicken kind. I had a good cry last night.
Possums, raccoons, and skunks eat only their favorite parts and leave behind the rest of the evidence. But when the body is missing it is likely the work of a coyote, predator bird, bobcat...or fox.
We have all of the latter. I even suspect the neighbor's black cat whom I've caught stalking the chickens before from the outside of the fence. But, pardon the pun, wouldn't it just bite if it were a fox, after my recent ordeal?
I've set out a Have-a-Heart trap in hopes of relocating the culprit, far, far, away.
I'm thinking on the Polish peeps I'm getting next month I'll be giving them stylish cuts when they grow up so they can see better. I read about a woman who did this to hers in a poultry magazine.
Meanwhile, there ain't no sunshine when she's gone.