So here's how it started. One morning, me and my sister went out to go do the chickens. My sister let them out and I was finishing up chicken chores. Then I decided that I would count them because I haven't counted them in quite some time. So I went 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21. Then I count again because I only got twenty-one. My sister started counting with me but twenty-one was the highest number we got (beside for other numbers like 18 and 20.) Then we started looking for the missing chicken and checking the flock for a missing chicken. Then it hit us. There was only two out of three baby chickens. Morris was missing. Something else is gone too. It is my perfect record of not losing any of these recent chickens. Morris's` death is a mystery, but we suspect a chicken hawk. There have been birds of prey circling the chickens, but the raccoons haven`t found them yet and that is good. I am still not happy to lose a baby.
Parker
Ohhhh.... One of our chicks has a broken leg. We think a Hawk got it too.
ReplyDeleteSorry about that. I hope your chicken's be safe.
It may be because their harvesting all the corn and every thing.
Well I best go. :D
Anna