Piecing together small events of the last few weeks, and the history of the property, and the damage done (a big, bear-arm sized hole in the side of my coop that apparently was invisible to my shocked & shaken eyes earlier), we definitely think it's a bear.
Muddy swipes on our front door. Our FRONT DOOR. To our house!!
Muddy marks on the doors to our garbage. This was a big selling point for Bossman when we looked at the house- a specialized bear-proof garbage unit. And the great news is that it works!
Hole. Big ol' bear-arm sized hole in my coop. And see those brussel sprouts? Those were leftover from last night's dinner. Apparently bears do not care for brussel sprouts...
It is now my belief that the chickies were just a casualty. The little coop was simply in the way of the veggies, the coop got tossed aside, the sleeping & shocked chicks ran out, the bear ate the broccoli & cauliflower, then 3 of the chicks. Or maybe the bear lumbered off to give the garbage closet a go, and some delighted raccoons or fox showed up for the chickies. I guess I'll never know...
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