This strong, confidant fellow with his mighty spurs tried his best to fight off the invader who broke into their home this weekend. He fought with all his might. He lost his fight yesterday...
I know it is the circle of life but I am writing with tears in my eyes at his loss and the loss of the two little black and white Bantams.
I can't believe I am crying over chickens but those who know me know these weren't just chickens, they are my pets.
Who come to me when I called them.
Who would follow me for treats.
Who would eat out of my hand.
We've moved the remaining four hens to a safe home, a home of a dear friend who was willing to take on four more mouths to feed and care for all in the name of friendship.
I am not sure I can face the devastation of a chicken attack again, nor the cleanup or the hours spent trying to get a dying rooster to drink from a syringe and keep fighting for his life. We've trapped three predators so far and will keep on as they have caused a lot of havoc to our little neighborhood in the country. I know if I decide to try again I can get my girls and bring them back home once my coop is sealed like Fort Knox. I just don't know if my heart can take it.
Rest In Peace Sir Charles... I will really miss you
Since there's not much growing around here I thought I'd share a few things that get lost in the
greenery of summer...
These stone cats sit in my shade garden and often are disguised by the hostas that fill in behind them. The garden is just starting to fill out and this spot has changed quite a bit since it was taken.
This curly - kinky branched tree often gets overlooked once someone sees the other gardens.
It a Contorted Filbert, also known as Harry Lauder Walking Stick. Its one of my favorites.
The garden next to the patio is already filling out nicely. It's the first to fill out since its against the side of the house and gets the warmth from the foundation. Stop back in for more scenes to come.