(1) Dixie was missing.
(2) No DNA evidence available in the form of blood or feathers.
(3) Loretta and Wynona were still in the coop.
(4) There was a big hole in the side of the pen.
(5) Cooper was INSIDE the pen.
Damning evidence against Cooper:
(1) The accused had demonstrated much interest in and curiosity about the chickens--far more than Little Mac. His quivering enthusiasm for his chikn sisters suggested that he would eat one if he could.
|I luv u, Chikns!|
|But I haz never catched them. Sigh.|
(4) He was caught INSIDE the chicken pen, peering at the chickens in the chicken coop.
(5) He has a serious appetite.
|Did u say DINNER?|
|OMG I LUV DINNER! PLEEZE GIMME DINNER!|
(1) There was no mess whatsoever. Cooper tears apart his squeaky toys, holding them down with his paws and ripping off their heads. There was NO evidence of that kind of violence at the scene.
(2) Diligent observation of Cooper's digestive waste indicated no presence of feathers or bones.
(3) Look at this face! He's the sweetest boy in the world.
|Hey girl, come back to bed and let's haz a snuggle.|
On Friday night, we sat out on the deck with friends. David had repaired the chicken pen, and discussed further security measures with our friends. Cooper spent his time hanging out on the deck getting his ears rubbed. He was not over by the chicken coop. He was never left outside unsupervised.
Saturday morning, we discovered this:
|Another big hole in the pen!|
(1) There is an unknown predator lurking in our neighborhood!
(2) My precious little snuggle buddy is not a chicken killer!
|U no trust me?|
Of course we're still sad that Dixie is gone, but we're also relieved that she wasn't murdered by her dog brother.
As for the unknown predator, it was unable to get at the chickens on Friday night, as we always make sure their coop is shut up before we go to bed. We have found no trace of this killer, but I've already accused and convicted the new guilty part in my head. I think it's an Evil Assassin Opossum. With their damn opposable thumbs, pulling back the chicken wire. I could gag just thinking about it.
David has doubly secured the chicken pen, and we'll continue to close up the coop at night so that even if something got into the pen, it couldn't get into the coop.
And Cooper got lots of extra loving to make up for the grievous error in judgment. I think he's forgiven us.
|A chew treat and an ear massage|
|Kisses for David|
|Snuggling in the car|
|I haz no interest in chikns. But I like to see Cooper in trouble. Tee-hee-hee.|