The problem with living close to nature is that sometimes you have to face teh reality of it--nature ain't always kind. Monday morning when Bob went out to feed the birds he found a clutch of feathers; that usually indicates that one of the birds has become dinner for something (we now have coyotes)
We followed the trail of feathers, finding a clutch of body feathers, a pile of soft down . .
A pile of tail and wing feathers . . .
And finally . . .
A rather bedraggled and slightly bald peahen.
She's all right--in the vernacular, she's a bit "stove up." We'll be keeping her in a pen for a few weeks until she feels better and grows some feathers back.