Saturday, March 12, 2016
Nature, red in tooth and claw
Our poultry pens are like the Fort Knox of chook pens. Solid wire fences 6 feet high, buried down to a foot and a chicken wire roof. Sometimes it isn't enough. A visit from a quoll last night and we are down one chicken. It could have been worse because they are quite ferocious and will keep killing until there are no survivors. I know this. Hope and I discovered the mayhem while it was still in the pen. Chickens panicked and ducks next door in a state of distress. Still not happy today either and probably for a little while to come. I'm just grateful the damage wasn't greater.
That's nature though. Red in tooth and claw. Sadly there must be ugliness for the beauty to shine so well.