The weather was so nice yesterday, in fact I would say "perfect". Chickens were in their run, so I let the dogs out.
Unbeknownst to me, Goldy, my favorite little, sweetest hen in the entire world/planet/no, universe learned to squeeze through into the outer fenced yard area and was "out".
My normally beloved doggies, then vile creatures from the spawn of satan, decided to corner her and hence remove about 30-40 of her tail feathers.
I was able to run in and rescue my little princess from the clutches of death. She looked a little stunned more than anything and actually was not injured, no bleeding wounds, just a loss of feathers.
After berating the dogs, with Goldy under my arm like a carry bag, I put the dogs up and entered the main run toting Goldy. I threw out some scratch and they all enjoyed, along with Goldy.
Weird thing is, Goldy was acting as if nothing happened and now I think I may need to see a psychiatrist.
Anyone have one they can recommend?
I have a real problem. I believe I am in love with a chicken!
...JP
Unbeknownst to me, Goldy, my favorite little, sweetest hen in the entire world/planet/no, universe learned to squeeze through into the outer fenced yard area and was "out".
My normally beloved doggies, then vile creatures from the spawn of satan, decided to corner her and hence remove about 30-40 of her tail feathers.
I was able to run in and rescue my little princess from the clutches of death. She looked a little stunned more than anything and actually was not injured, no bleeding wounds, just a loss of feathers.
After berating the dogs, with Goldy under my arm like a carry bag, I put the dogs up and entered the main run toting Goldy. I threw out some scratch and they all enjoyed, along with Goldy.
Weird thing is, Goldy was acting as if nothing happened and now I think I may need to see a psychiatrist.
Anyone have one they can recommend?
I have a real problem. I believe I am in love with a chicken!
...JP