R.I.P Bugget

Bugget, best mum in the world- rest in peace

Bugget, best mum in the world- rest in peace

The hen posse helping out

The hen posse helping out

Nugget will miss Bugget, our first two hens

Nugget will miss Bugget, our first two hens

One of our very first hens Bugget has gone missing. At first the only explanation I could think about was a hawk or something. Although you often see bird of prey on the way out to the island I have never actually seen one out here. I guess you have to count on hens dying, online I read about whole henhouses taken out by foxes or other predators, but the strange thing was that she just went missing without a sign. No blood or feathers. After a couple of days I asked on Facebook if by chance anyone had seen her or what’s left of her. That resulted in a journalist calling to ask if she could write about it in the papers, the pun was Hen missing on “Hen island”. So Bugget is now known all over Sweden but still not found. The day after the article was posted a neighbour told me he knew the answer to the mystery, a fox had been shot close by! First time I heard about foxes on our island but I guess they can swim and run over the ice. Ok at least we know, I thought, but later that day I told a friend. He said he’d found a black hen above his house running around, his hens started attacking it so he let it out again but he didn’t think it was a Hedemora(would be strange with two black hens on the run the same day though). So maybe Bugget got eaten by the fox or maybe she’s still running free on the island we will probably never know. Today I spent all day in the garden trying to rescue the flowerbeds from the hens and then had a coffee at my relatives place on the next island, Öckerö. She had a dead bird on her door step. I wouldn’t have noticed it if she didn’t point it out! Apparently a goshawk had dropped dead on it’s back with eyes half-open just next to the garden decorations. I’m fascinated but she was horrified and sad so I offered to take it home. When I told my husband I had a present for him it really wasn’t what he expected… I’m saving it out in the cold over night and tomorrow I will eternalise it on a wet plate and then bury it at cockerel cemetery(the veg patch). Yes, even my family think I’m quite weird  sometimes.

A beautiful bird of prey

A beautiful bird of prey

Like one of the decorations

Like one of the decorations

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