It's been a bad time to be a chicken on our farm in the last few months. All told we lost about 70 birds from Thanksgiving to mid-January. We think it's weasels.
We think that because we can't think of anything else that can fit into a golf ball sized hole and take out over 40 birds at a pop.
After the first gory massacre three birds from the red coop decided that returning to the crime scene was not in their best interest. They took up residence on the side of the house and have been there for about two months now.
Which got me thinking about free will. I never really though about whether chickens had free will or not. I suppose I assumed they were flock animals and did what the others do.
But then there's these three birds. One Rhode Island Red, one Barred Rock and one Red Star. These three did the mental arithmetic and decided “we're outta here!”