Ok, so this is a strange one.. and I still haven't quite figured it out.
So I had to run to the store a few nights ago. Chicks were in their plastic bin/brooder box, stationed under a heat lamp in the living room. Hubby was resting, but promised he would remain awake to watch chicks. Cats and dogs were inside, but no one had the slightest interest in the chicks.
I return home 30min later. Brooder is pulled into the middle of the floor, and chicks are huddled since they have no light. Two large holes in the makeshift chix wire top (used only for this purpose, and to cover the very top of the huge run outside) attest to the fact that my dogs had pushed into the box. Running in a screaming panic I run to hubby, who has dozed. He asks who is missing, and I have to confess that I haven't looked yet <not my babies!!>. We return to the scene of the crime, and I admit to yelling at the dogs. One dog lays down, the other (who never ever acts guilty) slinks off down the hall to hide behind my bed, and I don't see him for the rest of the night.
I count the chicks. Oh no one is missing! I don't dare look around, since I don't have the heart to find little chick pieces. I check everyone else over, no wounds, no broken bones.. they aren't even wet! Hubby says, "look behind you!" Praying, fearing.. I turn around. There is 'Arold, walking across the floor like he's out for a bit o' a walk. I pick him up and cuddle him. He's not wet, either. He doesn't have any broken bones, wounds, or missing limbs. In fact, he seems fine, and chipper.
Hubby fixes the wire. I move the chicks back into the bathroom for the night. The chicks are happy with their lamp once more. One dog continues to hide from The Wrath of Mom. The other slinks up periodically to lick my hand, then slinks back off to lay down.
And since that day, the chicks now live in a huge wooden brooder out in our garage, complete with a HEAVY wooden top (but plenty of ventilation!). The garage is closed up and locked.
The funny part is I can't figure out if I interrupted an attempted murder, or if they were sniffing in the box and little 'Arold jumped/flew out of the holes!
Just thought I'd share my little drama! Wow, that chicken wire really is cheaply made!
All's well that ends well!
Meghan
So I had to run to the store a few nights ago. Chicks were in their plastic bin/brooder box, stationed under a heat lamp in the living room. Hubby was resting, but promised he would remain awake to watch chicks. Cats and dogs were inside, but no one had the slightest interest in the chicks.
I return home 30min later. Brooder is pulled into the middle of the floor, and chicks are huddled since they have no light. Two large holes in the makeshift chix wire top (used only for this purpose, and to cover the very top of the huge run outside) attest to the fact that my dogs had pushed into the box. Running in a screaming panic I run to hubby, who has dozed. He asks who is missing, and I have to confess that I haven't looked yet <not my babies!!>. We return to the scene of the crime, and I admit to yelling at the dogs. One dog lays down, the other (who never ever acts guilty) slinks off down the hall to hide behind my bed, and I don't see him for the rest of the night.
I count the chicks. Oh no one is missing! I don't dare look around, since I don't have the heart to find little chick pieces. I check everyone else over, no wounds, no broken bones.. they aren't even wet! Hubby says, "look behind you!" Praying, fearing.. I turn around. There is 'Arold, walking across the floor like he's out for a bit o' a walk. I pick him up and cuddle him. He's not wet, either. He doesn't have any broken bones, wounds, or missing limbs. In fact, he seems fine, and chipper.
Hubby fixes the wire. I move the chicks back into the bathroom for the night. The chicks are happy with their lamp once more. One dog continues to hide from The Wrath of Mom. The other slinks up periodically to lick my hand, then slinks back off to lay down.
And since that day, the chicks now live in a huge wooden brooder out in our garage, complete with a HEAVY wooden top (but plenty of ventilation!). The garage is closed up and locked.
The funny part is I can't figure out if I interrupted an attempted murder, or if they were sniffing in the box and little 'Arold jumped/flew out of the holes!
Just thought I'd share my little drama! Wow, that chicken wire really is cheaply made!
All's well that ends well!
Meghan
