My landlord's daughter's yorkshire terrier got after my momma hen and 4 little babies yesterday. They're 3 weeks old and it was the FIRST day I'd let them out of little cage to explore inside the bigger run and it was the FIRST time the yorkie has been here. I didn't know they were bringing the dog.
The little f*#@!*r managed to wedge his little carcass inside with the 4 older ones and the mom and babies, and had a blast. When I figured something was up it was too late. All the babies, except one, had disappeared and all the older birds were seriously traumatised (there will be no eggs for a week, I'm sure). The one little fella I found was wedged under a nest box was in total shock and wasn't moving. We got the little s@#$t! under control and locked him away, then I let the momma out hoping the babies weren't dead, just hiding, and she could call them to her.
I then had to leave for a special event which I couldn't, and didn't want to, ditch. I did a four hour round trip so that I could get back last night and assess the damage this morning. First thing I saw was a large pile of the momma's feathers beside my door and I was afraid to go out!
I took a deep breath and went out to do inventory and found only the rooster was left in the run - that dammed dog had had another go at them before he left! But .... every single bird was accounted for!!!! Nothing dead or injured!!! Whew.
My next trick is to try and catch momma and babies and get them to shelter before the road runners, hawks or snakes get them. That is a chore I'll enjoy much more than burying them, which I what I could easily have been faced with. Thank God!
Barb, who is extremely grateful,
The little f*#@!*r managed to wedge his little carcass inside with the 4 older ones and the mom and babies, and had a blast. When I figured something was up it was too late. All the babies, except one, had disappeared and all the older birds were seriously traumatised (there will be no eggs for a week, I'm sure). The one little fella I found was wedged under a nest box was in total shock and wasn't moving. We got the little s@#$t! under control and locked him away, then I let the momma out hoping the babies weren't dead, just hiding, and she could call them to her.
I then had to leave for a special event which I couldn't, and didn't want to, ditch. I did a four hour round trip so that I could get back last night and assess the damage this morning. First thing I saw was a large pile of the momma's feathers beside my door and I was afraid to go out!
I took a deep breath and went out to do inventory and found only the rooster was left in the run - that dammed dog had had another go at them before he left! But .... every single bird was accounted for!!!! Nothing dead or injured!!! Whew.
My next trick is to try and catch momma and babies and get them to shelter before the road runners, hawks or snakes get them. That is a chore I'll enjoy much more than burying them, which I what I could easily have been faced with. Thank God!
Barb, who is extremely grateful,