My sweetie and I live in the woods. Thick woods. Consequently I have been reluctanct to freerange.
Add to that having two young but grown cats that love to mouse and kill anything that moves and I have not let my big birds out of the run.
Well today I decided that I would let them out. I pulled out my Red Ryder BB gun and got ready.
I opened the door to the run and they found their way and immediately were in bug and grass heaven. All manner of leaves were sorted through and scratched.
The two young cats tried a couple of times to chase, but a couple of BBs made them tire quickly of the chase.
What got my goose was our little beagle mix. This is the dog that loves to scratch through and eat chicken poop.
She started to chase one and I hollered at her and told her bad dog.
A few minutes later I had a heart to heart chat with her. It went something like this:
Now Daisy. You know you love to eat poop. Right? OK. Listen really close.
If you hurt the chickens you will be getting rid of your source of poop. Now you know you dont want to do that, right?
i dont know.....at least I thought It made sense.
Anyway, I had one girl ( Barred Rock) that couldnt find the gate. She walked right by it ten times. I finally just picked her up and put her in.
It was an adventure. I think I will turn them out in the evenings now when I get home.
Mikeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Add to that having two young but grown cats that love to mouse and kill anything that moves and I have not let my big birds out of the run.
Well today I decided that I would let them out. I pulled out my Red Ryder BB gun and got ready.
I opened the door to the run and they found their way and immediately were in bug and grass heaven. All manner of leaves were sorted through and scratched.
The two young cats tried a couple of times to chase, but a couple of BBs made them tire quickly of the chase.
What got my goose was our little beagle mix. This is the dog that loves to scratch through and eat chicken poop.
She started to chase one and I hollered at her and told her bad dog.
A few minutes later I had a heart to heart chat with her. It went something like this:
Now Daisy. You know you love to eat poop. Right? OK. Listen really close.
If you hurt the chickens you will be getting rid of your source of poop. Now you know you dont want to do that, right?
i dont know.....at least I thought It made sense.
Anyway, I had one girl ( Barred Rock) that couldnt find the gate. She walked right by it ten times. I finally just picked her up and put her in.
It was an adventure. I think I will turn them out in the evenings now when I get home.
Mikeeeeeeeeeeeeeee