|the sole survivor - delicious-looking, no?|
I initially thought the executioner might have been one of the hundreds of hawks that circle overhead during the day - sick of the odd rat or lizard - choosing instead 2 of my lovely, plump breasted chooks. But the more I thought about it, and with some input from my fauna expert father-in-law, the more it came obvious that it was probably a selfish arsehole stray cat.
The birds had chunks taken from their backs, but were otherwise left whole. A hawk, as my FIL told me, would have turned them over and gone straight for the nutrient-rich internal organs. An animal that hunts for food would not have wasted such a precious resource. No, this was a cat, who probably thought it was highly amusing and also good sport to chase them around the yard, frighten them to death and then take a bite, lose interest, and bugger off.
All very fascinating, I'm sure. My point is - that it annoyed the shit out of me to realise our girls were killed for sport. That the meat and another 600 potential eggs were wasted only added insult to injury.
Anyway, re-stocking the flock, we ended up with another 4 young girls, who are understandably petrified of the one remaining old bitch who flies into a psychotic rage every time the wire is removed from between them.
The picture above is her giving the death-stare to the new intruders on her turf. Two weeks of living side by side and the blind rage has not subsided.
|Keep that psycho bitch away from me|
|no idea what breed this is and don't really care as long as she lays eggs.|
|egg making potential in white|
Another 6-8 weeks and my breakfast will be restored to its former glory. In the interim, a few cat traps might be in order.