Well I came home tonight from working at the new farm to find that one of Hubby's coon dogs had gotten lose. After getting out of the car I found that my dog who was tied out had something black and was shaking the crud out of it and tearing it to bits. At first I thought it was my son's cat, which made no since at all cause the pair of them sleep in the house together on the bed all the time. I told my son to stay in the car and went running to save his kitty. When I got to him I found it was not the cat thank god but instead something black with feathers, that was all that I could tell from what was left.
Hubby caught his dog and we went about trying to figure out what the dead thing was. From the looks of it Hubby's girl that had gotten lose and had lovingly gave it to my boy as a gift after she caught it and killed it, then went to see what else she could find.
I was so mad it took me almost 40 mins to figure out that it was my good little hen who just happened to be setting on a dozen call duck eggs. So it was a rush to get them in the bater but I don't know if they will be okay.
I also lost a big nest from in front of our garage where she did not get the hen but did chase it off the nest and broke many of the eggs which unfortunately where all good by the looks of them. It made me sick to my stomach to see all the dead little babies laying around their crushed eggs.
Needless this put an end to the debate of the arrangements of the hunting dogs at the new farm. Hubby wanted them on chains and coops because he says they are easier to care for that way. I wanted them in kennel runs to prevent something like this, after all they are trained to hunt and kill that is what they do and are suppose to do. But what if it had been baby goats that were out playing in the yard of something. He was very pushy about oh my dogs have never killed any of your birds it will be okay , blah blah blah. Well now it has happened and they are going in fence when we move if I have to put it in myself!
Hubby caught his dog and we went about trying to figure out what the dead thing was. From the looks of it Hubby's girl that had gotten lose and had lovingly gave it to my boy as a gift after she caught it and killed it, then went to see what else she could find.
I was so mad it took me almost 40 mins to figure out that it was my good little hen who just happened to be setting on a dozen call duck eggs. So it was a rush to get them in the bater but I don't know if they will be okay.
I also lost a big nest from in front of our garage where she did not get the hen but did chase it off the nest and broke many of the eggs which unfortunately where all good by the looks of them. It made me sick to my stomach to see all the dead little babies laying around their crushed eggs.
Needless this put an end to the debate of the arrangements of the hunting dogs at the new farm. Hubby wanted them on chains and coops because he says they are easier to care for that way. I wanted them in kennel runs to prevent something like this, after all they are trained to hunt and kill that is what they do and are suppose to do. But what if it had been baby goats that were out playing in the yard of something. He was very pushy about oh my dogs have never killed any of your birds it will be okay , blah blah blah. Well now it has happened and they are going in fence when we move if I have to put it in myself!
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