Yesterday was a bad day here at Clay Hill... a dog decimated half of our flock of chickens. Somebody (who shall remain nameless, but who has since expressed sincere apologies AND done some serious cleaning to make things up to me) left the coop door open, and in less than twenty minutes (because I was in and out and it was between trips), half the flock was gone.
The rooster, my little mutt birds, two of my White Rocks and a Rhode Island Red hen were killed. The remainder of the flock made it back into the coop and escaped the dog. We don't know which dog it was, and it doesn't really matter, anyway. If the chickens hadn't been out, the dog couldn't have killed them.
The truth is that we had too many hens for our needs, but I was planning to give some away. I did not want them killed. :( So, now I'm sad, and I'm mourning my girls. I'd give a whole flat of pansies just to have them back.
Ablaze with Industry—-Sunday, February 25, 2018
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