Waking up and seeing chicken feathers in the driveway does not give you a good feeling to start the day. We dressed, put on rain jackets and headed down to the coop, expecting the worst.
Somehow during the night a marauder had managed to slip the bolt and gain access to the inside.
So now we are down to two chickens unless the brown one is still alive and hiding in the woods. White feathers littered the ground so we know at least one bird paid the ultimate price.
For now the two remaining birds are locked inside and seem to be doing fine in spite of their ordeal. We got two eggs this morning, much to our surprise.
Life in the bush. We learn something new every day.