Our Red Rangers
are very industrious. At less than two weeks old, they're already
foraging widely, and I caught one eating a cricket larger than his head.
Unfortunately, their
tendency to roam puts them in harm's way. After my head counts began to
show declining numbers, I assumed the problem was a rat living in the
wood shed. So Mark laboriously helped me heft the brooder up onto the garden cart and haul the chicks' abode around to a safer location right outside the back door.
That afternoon, I caught
the predator in action. Not a rat at all, but a sharp-shinned hawk. Too
bad our watch cats aren't quite enough to scare the raptor away. Time to
put on our thinking caps again before our broiler population becomes
any more depleted.