Thursday, December 06, 2007
Life in the batting cage
Phyllis in a more lushly feathered phase
The hawk (a hawk?) came back, and attacked poor Phyllis, our sole Ameraucana (blue/green egg layer). Luckily, I was around, and chased the bird off. What a horrible potential death, though: and yes, don't chide me about the "circle of life" and all that: the chicken doesn't die immediately, it gets ripped apart, bite by bite, while the hawk straddles its neck and tail with its talons. Ouch.
So she's missing a few feathers now, and is a bit more of a chicken chicken. The attack led me to move one fence line in about 30'. Their run is now about 45' wide and maybe 50-60' long. And I undertook a big crafting project: I covered the whole thing with deer netting, and sewed the 7.5' wide pieces together.
Ice caught on the deer netting at the coop's eave
Thus, the batting cage (thank you, Tom).
He suggested making a chicken wire geodesic dome, a la Bucky Fuller: hey, El, we could electrify it, he said.