We lost one of our Barred Rock hens to a predator today. We're suspecting a hawk given marking in the snow on the roof of the coop that look like a large bird landed there, and no tracks in the snow to indicate a raccoon/opossum. I didn't see the body. Honeybunch said it wasn't pretty. He managed to dig a grave in the frozen ground beneath the fig tree, not far from where little Cerberus was. It's a sad day. There's not much we can do to prevent this from happening. We don't want to fence the girls in to a 5 sided jail cell, and we can't put up bird netting over the whole yard. It's just the price you pay for raising them free range. I'd rather that she had a good 9 months of living as a free bird than 5 years of living in a small fenced pen.
We're in the process of getting pre-approved for the financing we need to buy the farm. If all goes well, we should be in a position to make an offer on Sunday, should we decide to do so. It's terrifying, but exciting.
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