Yesterday morning I went through the typical daily routine to feed donks and hens. First hay for the equine hooligans, just to get them out of the way. Then the chickens.
I opened the coop door from the donkey barn and the girls always come tumbling out talking up a storm. No hens. I heard talking but they weren't flying out the door. I probably stood there a moment trying to figure out what was going on. As I went further into the coop, I saw all the girls in the other "bedroom" of the coop, clustered together jabbering away. My confusion grew.
My first thought was someone had died. I quickly scanned the area. No body.
What the heck is going on.
I decided as I had no idea why they were behaving so oddly, but no one appeared hurt, I would start clean-up chores. Moments later I stopped in my tracks. Yup, guess what I saw coming out of the corner. A little black and white friend.
I stood stock still just waiting probably holding my breath. He/she slowly crawled through a hole and out into the barn.
Right behind the can you can see daylight at the bottom. Darn!
I take pride in the fact our coop is so critter-proof. Wrong! I called Rick from the coop immediately and in a bit he rectified the problem with some hardware cloth.
I gotta tell you, that incident sure got my heart beating a bit faster. And I am so glad it was s skunk who found our entry point and not a racoon.
She knows I am partial to vibrant colors and picked the yarn to suit.
Jealous, aren't you.