- Apr 24, 2014
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I must have the worst luck that a new chicken owner can have.
I first started my adventure because my son wanted chickens.
We watched as he and his friend build a coop and put five chickens in and were so proud.
Then we had a major disaster. A chicken coop fire caused by a dog that was over zellous about a bowl she found in the back
yard and saw it inside the coop. So, what did she do? She went to the back of the coop, pushed on the back door until she was able to get inside and grab the bowl, which we were using as a water source for the chicks. back then, they were 6 weeks old.
The dog knocked over the heating lamp and it touched the bedding and caught fire. It happened quick. We had one chicken to flee and squeeze out of the fenced in yard, another to flee while on fire towards our home and die in front of my 15 year old daughter... the other three perished in the fire, which I had to dig out and watch my bereaved son bury the three and my daughter bury the one that died at her feet. I have told this event before on another post but I will continue. Later after the fire and the burials, i found a lone survivor which turned out to to be a Silver Wyandotte and we named her Phoenix. I was crying with joy cause I had one that made it through the fire and losing all of her flock / family. We were devastated and miserable but went ahead a rebuilt the coop.
We went back to the breeder and purchased 4 more chicks around the same age bracket as Phoenix and introduced them one at a time and made sure they wouldn't hurt her because she was suffering from a hurt leg/ sprained leg and foot. Well, everything went perfect. No disgruntlements nothing bad... every chick in the flock were happy. After about a few weeks... Phoenix wasn't limping anymore and seemed very, very happy. She started to grow again and quickly grew to the same size as the new flock.
I should've known to get rid of the dog !!! I should've listened to my son and my husband. I should've! It's all my fault!!! My daughter's dog, part American Pit bull and part Whatever.... She was placed on a chain outside in the fenced in back yard so that she could get out and enjoy outdoors. Today, as normal, she was placed on the chain while the chickens free ranged. Within an hour after all chickens who are about 12 or 14 weeks old... I glanced out the window to check on everyone's well being and I saw my daughters dog had gotten to a chicken. I ran outside and screamed in anguish.
I got closer and saw it was Phoenix! The chick I saved. The chick I found behind the back fence after the fire.. SHE'S DEAD! That STUPID DOG KILLED PHOENIX!! SHE KILLED HER! MY POOR BABY CHICKEN! SHE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL!!! Her neck was broken and blood was coming from her neck where she was bit. I was beside myself. My daughter got her dog and we are taking her to a no kill shelter. My son is devastated, angry and overall miserable. Pretty much like me. WHY??? WHY????
It's my fault! I should've been out there to observe! I should've waited until the dog was back up - inside before letting the chickens free range. Misery! Depressed about the whole thing.
I first started my adventure because my son wanted chickens.
We watched as he and his friend build a coop and put five chickens in and were so proud.
Then we had a major disaster. A chicken coop fire caused by a dog that was over zellous about a bowl she found in the back
yard and saw it inside the coop. So, what did she do? She went to the back of the coop, pushed on the back door until she was able to get inside and grab the bowl, which we were using as a water source for the chicks. back then, they were 6 weeks old.
The dog knocked over the heating lamp and it touched the bedding and caught fire. It happened quick. We had one chicken to flee and squeeze out of the fenced in yard, another to flee while on fire towards our home and die in front of my 15 year old daughter... the other three perished in the fire, which I had to dig out and watch my bereaved son bury the three and my daughter bury the one that died at her feet. I have told this event before on another post but I will continue. Later after the fire and the burials, i found a lone survivor which turned out to to be a Silver Wyandotte and we named her Phoenix. I was crying with joy cause I had one that made it through the fire and losing all of her flock / family. We were devastated and miserable but went ahead a rebuilt the coop.
We went back to the breeder and purchased 4 more chicks around the same age bracket as Phoenix and introduced them one at a time and made sure they wouldn't hurt her because she was suffering from a hurt leg/ sprained leg and foot. Well, everything went perfect. No disgruntlements nothing bad... every chick in the flock were happy. After about a few weeks... Phoenix wasn't limping anymore and seemed very, very happy. She started to grow again and quickly grew to the same size as the new flock.
I should've known to get rid of the dog !!! I should've listened to my son and my husband. I should've! It's all my fault!!! My daughter's dog, part American Pit bull and part Whatever.... She was placed on a chain outside in the fenced in back yard so that she could get out and enjoy outdoors. Today, as normal, she was placed on the chain while the chickens free ranged. Within an hour after all chickens who are about 12 or 14 weeks old... I glanced out the window to check on everyone's well being and I saw my daughters dog had gotten to a chicken. I ran outside and screamed in anguish.
I got closer and saw it was Phoenix! The chick I saved. The chick I found behind the back fence after the fire.. SHE'S DEAD! That STUPID DOG KILLED PHOENIX!! SHE KILLED HER! MY POOR BABY CHICKEN! SHE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL!!! Her neck was broken and blood was coming from her neck where she was bit. I was beside myself. My daughter got her dog and we are taking her to a no kill shelter. My son is devastated, angry and overall miserable. Pretty much like me. WHY??? WHY????
It's my fault! I should've been out there to observe! I should've waited until the dog was back up - inside before letting the chickens free range. Misery! Depressed about the whole thing.