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When the chickens were little puff balls with toothpick legs, they were locked in the yard attached to the coop, where they would be nice and safe. But they were disappearing at night. WTF!!
Fast forward through 4 batches of chicks! One day I saw a black streak come over the fence and I ran into the chicken yard to save one of my nearly grown hens from the evil we had dubbed Dead Cat. I realized she was starving.
She's now fat and happy with store bought cat food and rarely leaves the back yard.