The second that I pushed the button, I heard the cry of a chicken. I turned towards the noise. I was barely able to catch a glimpse of a coyote running away with one of my hens in its mouth. My dog chased it...with no success. I saw a little baby chick running towards me...now, motherless! I felt very sad. I hate knowing that I wasn't able to prevent such suffering. I don't want any of them hurt.
I realize that the coyote is now studying my behavior. Since last week, I have spent much more time with my birds. The coyote has had to up the ante...he was only about 100 feet away from me when he grabbed the hen. Tomorrow, I will be ready for him...
Here is what was going on when terror struck...
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