Sad Ruby on Friday
I have a bit of an update on Ruby and her eggs.
Early Friday morning, I exited the house on critter chore duty and I was greeted by the sweetest sound. “Goodness,” I thought, “Earl has learned to imitate Ruby and her sweet coo,” when actually it was our Ruby that I was hearing…and seeing! How in the world…? What happened? Why is she out and about, why is she not sitting on her eggs?
She couldn’t have gotten out on her own, and I was right. Apparently, a raccoon got into the brood chamber and attacked her, and eaten all her eggs. We were all so sad, but not as sad as Ruby herself.
She’s safe now, back on a bunch of (dummy) chicken eggs, and I have thrown the Chicken Tractor over her nesting chamber, so now she’s doubly (triply, counting the new fence) secure.
But that particular raccoon won’t be bothering her again.
Mean omnivorous bastard. Our daughter wanted to make a coonskin cap out of him.