I was stirring the bedding in my grow out pen...nice soft deep litter. 106 5-week old layers in there. Stepped back, and didn't recognise quick enough that it was not a cushion of bedding under my boot, but a bird!
Poor little gal... She tried to run away and hide, but it was too late, she was too badly squished. I feel SOOO BADD! I know, I know, I still have 105 others, but dang it all! Every last one of my babies is important to me!
To make matters worse, when I took her out to dispose of her, my lab grabbed her and took her to the dog house. He won't let me near her! He isn't eating her, he's guarding her! Hopefully, when she cools down enough, he'll recognise that she's dead, and make a meal of her. What a waste!!!!!
Poor little gal... She tried to run away and hide, but it was too late, she was too badly squished. I feel SOOO BADD! I know, I know, I still have 105 others, but dang it all! Every last one of my babies is important to me!
To make matters worse, when I took her out to dispose of her, my lab grabbed her and took her to the dog house. He won't let me near her! He isn't eating her, he's guarding her! Hopefully, when she cools down enough, he'll recognise that she's dead, and make a meal of her. What a waste!!!!!
