Monday, May 1, 2006
We had thought it was a rogue Tomcat that the kids have been seeing around lately, but it didn't add up. Our chickens are fairly cat-savvy, and the style of killing didn't match their m.o., either.
When another hen inside the cage fell prey to the fiend just yesterday morning, we knew we had to do something. Five hens and two roosters is just too many to sacrifice to a local phantom, so we got the live trap out and baited it with corn and eggs.
This morning, we caught the culprit who has been stealing our eggs and mercilessly eating the heads and crops of our chickens.
He has a new home up the canyon, next to the irrigation diversion. May he live long and prosper, the punk.