Massacre

Hello my beautiful friends, I am writing tonight to tell you that I am okay but a lot has happened in the last two weeks and the farmyard is a changed place and I fear it is a changed place forever.

We are scared.

The fox got into the farmyard. Foxes, I should say because we are not sure how many there were exactly but we know from accounts that there was more than one.

We lost six geese and a baby goat.

The story as best as I can make out because there have been many stories floating around in the last two weeks is that they entered through the main gate and just walked right into the farmyard in the middle of the night and they were able to avoid all of the traps that were set for them outside the fence.

I am not going to hint at this because from all accounts that I have heard I think I can say this with a degree of certainty that gives me confidence and I do not care if saying this gets me in any trouble because this turkey has had enough.

This was all Barry's doing.

Barry had been seen at the fence in the days leading up to the fox attack, seeming to be talking with something unseen in the tall grass beyond.

Barry has the ability to unlock the front gate by flipping the latch at the very top. Very few of us animals can get up there the way he can and the way the foxes just got in, they had to have had some help.

And not one single chicken was harmed.

It turns out that Barry had helped the chickens bring all that wood into their coop so that they could use it to barricade the entrance on the night of the attack. Carmel saw the barricade herself in the aftermath before they could take it down.

We believe that Barry made a deal with the foxes but he still couldn't trust them enough to leave his flock alone so he put those extra provisions in place.

The foxes have not been caught.

My friends, there was so much blood. I went down to the pond's edge and all of the geese had been taken away by the man and the woman but they could not get all of the blood off of the reeds and the tall grasses and the short grasses.

The goats are traumatized.

It has been a sad, sad, sad few weeks here on the farm. Barry seems to know that we suspect him as he has hardly been seen at all. He is hiding up in the barn loft and we are angry, we are so angry.

We have talked to the chickens but they are playing stupid, which is an easy game for them to be playing, and they are not saying anything about Barry and instead are throwing our own words back at us and saying we should not be worried about other animals on other farms when we have these problems at our very own doorstep.

They are saying that ever since our stump speech and the work of the Farmyard Four and the COA came about, the farmyard has gone to hell. Whenever we say anything about Barry these little chicken redheads say that they want the farmyard to be like it was and they believe Barry is the one to make it that way.

I am going to be calling for Barry to come and explain himself to the animals and to answer our questions. I am not afraid of him or the foxes.

You see my friends, the foxes came for me that night as well.

It is getting late and so I will tell that part of the story to you tomorrow night. My cellphone is charged again so I will see you tomorrow on twitter as well.

These are dark days and I could use a little support anywhere I can find it.