I have a few different breeds of chickens, some older existing flock, and some new blood hatched this spring. My intentions were to separate them into three breeding quartets, (three hens and a roo, if that's the term), in tractors, plus a yard flock. I culled, and sold, and had the numbers where I wanted them for winter. They were still grouped together by age, confined space you have to be careful introducing.
After over 15 years of being my foot warmer, shadow, and all around best buddy, my little mutt sired his first litter. Pushing it on age and he is a "yard pooper", but I wanted a pup from him. It's very much like adopting out grandchildren, and we won't even advertise them, only offer once we hear someone fussing over them or lamenting of their passed on buddy. With all that digression, we are simply over dogged at the moment.
For three months the "yard flock" and the pups, now dogs shared the fenced area in harmony, then I started sorting the flocks to the way I wanted them. "R*py Dave"(for Walking Dead fans) a two year old Barred rock Rooster was removed from the yard to a tractor, and replaced with a juvenile Buff Orphinton. A few juvenile hens were added to the yard to free up tractor space, and the yard has plenty of space and hiding spots.
Sure enough two days after the first sort I find one of the small RIR hens dead in the yard, the back of he head was pecked out, no other damage. I am 99% which hen did it, I had seen her harassing at feeding time, figured they had plenty of room and would be fine. I was wrong. I took the "boss" hen out, to shake up the pecking order, everything was fine for a day.
Two days later I come home to see feathers scattered, three chickens dead, and four missing. Two of the missing chickens I found dead, dragged into the bushes. One luckily was just hiding really well in the bushes, and the other was dead hid by the dogs, bones pieces dragged out later. After months of no incident, the cute wittle puppies developed a tasted for chicken.
I am thinking there were three main precipitants. A. Just the restructuring of the pecking order caused the flopping and chasing that triggers the dogs hunting instinct. B. The young hen lost to infighting may have let them get a taste for blood. As in they may have realized their was delicious blood inside that feather wrapper. C. R*py Dave protects his flock. Dave went back into the yard, the young buff roo was killed. The dogs are let out to run and do their business under close watch. Dave is on them, flops and pecks. My poor old dad mutt ends up getting it too, even though he isn't aggressive with the chickens.
I know most of what I did wrong. Maybe it will help somebody else.
Growing up where I did, a chicken killer was a dead dog. I've heard there are a couple of ways to break them of it that weren't really known decades ago. I am going to try shock collars and hiding. They won't do it in front of me and are really good vocal controlled, but if I turn the corner it's "play" time. I have seen it on some YT vids. It make sense that it would work. From the dogs' view it would be like the unseen hand of God smiting them, omnipresent. We'll see, I'll post about it either way. Anybody got any good advice on breaking them of it?
*Edit, It was my poor writing, but I think most are misunderstanding two points. I need to clarify. First, the dogs are in zero danger of being euthanized. I wouldn't kill the neighbors dog for killing chickens, even though the neighbor said to. I'm damn sure not going to kill my own. I just meant that where I grew up, that was deemed the only solution, neighbors depended on each other, everyone had chickens, and you kept the peace. It was accepted as a behavior that couldn't be fixed. The second, the younger rooster was killed by the dogs in the initial attack, I didn't court martial him for cowardice. So any visions of a blindfolded roo smoking his last cigarette.....
After over 15 years of being my foot warmer, shadow, and all around best buddy, my little mutt sired his first litter. Pushing it on age and he is a "yard pooper", but I wanted a pup from him. It's very much like adopting out grandchildren, and we won't even advertise them, only offer once we hear someone fussing over them or lamenting of their passed on buddy. With all that digression, we are simply over dogged at the moment.
For three months the "yard flock" and the pups, now dogs shared the fenced area in harmony, then I started sorting the flocks to the way I wanted them. "R*py Dave"(for Walking Dead fans) a two year old Barred rock Rooster was removed from the yard to a tractor, and replaced with a juvenile Buff Orphinton. A few juvenile hens were added to the yard to free up tractor space, and the yard has plenty of space and hiding spots.
Sure enough two days after the first sort I find one of the small RIR hens dead in the yard, the back of he head was pecked out, no other damage. I am 99% which hen did it, I had seen her harassing at feeding time, figured they had plenty of room and would be fine. I was wrong. I took the "boss" hen out, to shake up the pecking order, everything was fine for a day.
Two days later I come home to see feathers scattered, three chickens dead, and four missing. Two of the missing chickens I found dead, dragged into the bushes. One luckily was just hiding really well in the bushes, and the other was dead hid by the dogs, bones pieces dragged out later. After months of no incident, the cute wittle puppies developed a tasted for chicken.
I am thinking there were three main precipitants. A. Just the restructuring of the pecking order caused the flopping and chasing that triggers the dogs hunting instinct. B. The young hen lost to infighting may have let them get a taste for blood. As in they may have realized their was delicious blood inside that feather wrapper. C. R*py Dave protects his flock. Dave went back into the yard, the young buff roo was killed. The dogs are let out to run and do their business under close watch. Dave is on them, flops and pecks. My poor old dad mutt ends up getting it too, even though he isn't aggressive with the chickens.
I know most of what I did wrong. Maybe it will help somebody else.
Growing up where I did, a chicken killer was a dead dog. I've heard there are a couple of ways to break them of it that weren't really known decades ago. I am going to try shock collars and hiding. They won't do it in front of me and are really good vocal controlled, but if I turn the corner it's "play" time. I have seen it on some YT vids. It make sense that it would work. From the dogs' view it would be like the unseen hand of God smiting them, omnipresent. We'll see, I'll post about it either way. Anybody got any good advice on breaking them of it?
*Edit, It was my poor writing, but I think most are misunderstanding two points. I need to clarify. First, the dogs are in zero danger of being euthanized. I wouldn't kill the neighbors dog for killing chickens, even though the neighbor said to. I'm damn sure not going to kill my own. I just meant that where I grew up, that was deemed the only solution, neighbors depended on each other, everyone had chickens, and you kept the peace. It was accepted as a behavior that couldn't be fixed. The second, the younger rooster was killed by the dogs in the initial attack, I didn't court martial him for cowardice. So any visions of a blindfolded roo smoking his last cigarette.....
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