Saturday morning, a hungry hawk got one the the chicks. We have yet to name them all, this batch of chicks are more similar than our debut batch, but we do know it was not Ayla or Sophie, who are the two in the group who we can immediately recognize.
We are sad, but at least the chick went for a meal and is part of the food chain, as unlike poor Marigold, killed by a neighborhood cat just for fun.
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Sorry about your chicken. I live in fear of that happening to my chooks. They do stay together pretty much when freeranging, but I always panic when one is missing for more than a few minutes.
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