Plan B

For now at least, we’ve given up on keeping the Dominickers in the portable coops on another part of the farm.  We just couldn’t keep them safe from hawk attacks

We loaded up the coops and moved them.  “Portable,” by the way, is debatable.  These things are heavy and awkward to lift.

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We combined the survivors into one coop and we’ll use the other one as a brooder.

They seem to be enjoying their new location, and it’s so close to our house that we don’t think hawks will bother them here.

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We don’t plan to move the coop again.  Instead we’ll just move the fencing, rotating them through the gardens in the immediate area.

Hoping we won’t need a Plan C.

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9 comments on “Plan B

  1. Leigh says:

    I hate losing chickens to hawks. We are in a hawk migration route, so spring and summer they are abundant. We’ve lost a few, but we also have a lot of crows. I never cared much for crows, but they do an excellent job of chasing hawks away!

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  2. Lynda says:

    I hope you don’t have to go to plan C either! It is always a stunner to go out and find a hawk eating your profits!

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  3. shoreacres says:

    OK – this is so far out in left field I’m almost embarassed to add it, but… I finally figured out why the “Dominickers” keep tickling my memory.

    This is the reason! 😉

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    • Bill says:

      As I think I’ve mentioned before, the funny thing is that whenever I think of that word the song “Black Rose” by Waylon Jennings gets stuck in my head. “Way down in Virginia, amongst the tall grown sugar cane, lived a simple man with a dominicker hen and a rose of a different name.” There is no sugar cane in Virginia. The most memorable line in that tune though is “The devil made me do it the first time. The second time I done it on my own.”

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      • shoreacres says:

        You probably have mentioned it before, and I probably have mentioned the Singing Nun before. I woke up at 3 a.m. thinking, “Linda – you made that comment on Bill’s blog before”. I don’t know if I did or didn’t, but it didn’t seem worth tracking down at the time. Not now, either.

        Love “Black Rose”. If you’ve mentioned it, I don’t remember that, either.

        And all of that reminds me of this… Bob Hope was doing a benefit of some sort in California, and made a visit to an assisted living facility. He walked up to a woman sitting on a couch, stuck out his hand and asked, “Do you know who I am?” She gave him a sweet look and said, “No, dear, I don’t. But if you go over to that desk over there, they probably can help you.”

        😉

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