Good news awaited me the
next day at school. The FFA needed a spring project and
they could build a
chicken coop for my little brood. With four chickens now flying, I
knew my problems would
increase, if I kept them in the kitchen. Although the coop the
FFA boys were building wouldn’t
be finished until after Spring Break, I had an idea.
Using existing chain link
fencing I made a six by three foot enclosure out in the back yard.
Although it didn’t have a roof, the new
pen was not a dozen feet from the back door. I
placed a small wooden box
on its side at one end of the pen in case it rained. Before
leaving for school the
next morning I transferred their metal feeding container and water
jar to the penoutside. Then after placing a towel in the bottom of
my blue plastic food
carrier, I loaded all
four at once and carried them to their new home outdoors.
They huddled together in the cool morning
air for a few minutes before they began
investigating. Maddie and
Minnie, one foot at a time cautiously suspended, went to check
the box at the far end of
the pen. Meg and Jo stayed in one spot and pecked at the grass
around them. Since they seemed so content, I
left for school satisfied that all the
chickens would enjoy
their first day in the open air.
Wrong.
When I came home at 4:00, two chickens
were lying in the pen, dead. A
neighbor would report later she had seen a
hawk flying in the back yard that afternoon.
Heartsick at the sight, I
reached down and gently gathered the remaining two in my arms.
I squatted down beside the
pen, holding Minnie and Maddie in my lap for a long time. Tears wet my arms.