When I was a kid, we had a mutt that the vet said was part Manchester terrier. She was one of the neatest dogs I have owned over the years. She would brood chicks in one of our recliners. We covered her with a blanket, put the chicks under the blanket with her and she nosed them around until they were tucked in and warm. If one got restless and fell out of the chair, she would bark until someone came and replaced the chick.
When she wasn't brooding chicks, she was doing garden guarding duty. All we would have to say was, "Missy! Chickens!" Open the door and let her out. She would race up and down the rows until they were all running for the barn yard. The garden was the only place she was allowed to bother chickens. They were perfectly safe from her when they were not in the garden.
She was a tiny dog, probably only 10 pounds, but long legged and extremely agile.
When she wasn't brooding chicks, she was doing garden guarding duty. All we would have to say was, "Missy! Chickens!" Open the door and let her out. She would race up and down the rows until they were all running for the barn yard. The garden was the only place she was allowed to bother chickens. They were perfectly safe from her when they were not in the garden.
She was a tiny dog, probably only 10 pounds, but long legged and extremely agile.
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