always the favorite
I pulled in the driveway last night to see my husband coming down the driveway. His face was furious and in one hand by the scruff of the neck he had one of the strays that had adopted us. I knew immediately what happened because the dog's mouth was crammed full of feathers.
He ran up a 6 foot fence and over into the chicken pen. By the time my husband got there from the barn, which was in just the matter of a couple of minutes. He killed 2 of the hens. One was my favorite little Bantam named Jet. And he killed one of the 4 Ameraucana's. We just called them the A Team. He badly wounded 2 others (a white leghorn and another Ameraucana) and was in the process of trying to wipe out the rest of them. We know he would have killed all 10 of them given a few more minutes. You could easily stuff a large pillow with all the feathers.
We called a friend of ours who graduated from MS State University in Poultry Science to see what to do for the wounded hens.
The dog was carried to an animal shelter this morning. And, to be honest, he was extremely lucky to get there.
My husband buried the 2 hens. And I didn't have to ask him to do it. He said he was going to put them next to my gelding that we lost in Oct.
We are both still bummed out. It's our first chicken loss and I hope the last one of that kind. Our friend told us that we stand a good chance of losing the ones that were attacked.