It happened. Again. This time it was my dog. We adopted a dog from the shelter a couple of months ago. He is a doxon/pit mix (?) and he loves to chase the chickens around.
I had the hens loose in their part of the yard with the gate shut. I'm in the garage and I hear this HORRIBLE sound coming from the yard, it sounded like a cat screaming. I knew what it was. I ran out back screaming the dogs name, but he doesn't listen. I get close to the area and he comes running out, licking his lips. Hen is still screaming. I haul him across the yard, throw him in the house, grab my flashlight, and run back to the coop. I immediately see my BO/wynadotte cross on the ground, her back just chewed up. She's alive. I look around and realize I am missing one. I look outside the run and I see black & white feathers under the ivy. I ran across the street and got my neighbor (hubby is at work still) and he came over and took care of them for me. They were both still alive, barely. They were chewed up really bad.
I am so devastated. I don't know what to think or do. I know it's not the dogs fault, but part of me wants to just take him back to the shelter. I can't even look at him. All I see is the mangled back of my girl and that horrible sound that she made is ringing in my ears.
Sad, sad night. I feel awful.
I had the hens loose in their part of the yard with the gate shut. I'm in the garage and I hear this HORRIBLE sound coming from the yard, it sounded like a cat screaming. I knew what it was. I ran out back screaming the dogs name, but he doesn't listen. I get close to the area and he comes running out, licking his lips. Hen is still screaming. I haul him across the yard, throw him in the house, grab my flashlight, and run back to the coop. I immediately see my BO/wynadotte cross on the ground, her back just chewed up. She's alive. I look around and realize I am missing one. I look outside the run and I see black & white feathers under the ivy. I ran across the street and got my neighbor (hubby is at work still) and he came over and took care of them for me. They were both still alive, barely. They were chewed up really bad.
I am so devastated. I don't know what to think or do. I know it's not the dogs fault, but part of me wants to just take him back to the shelter. I can't even look at him. All I see is the mangled back of my girl and that horrible sound that she made is ringing in my ears.
Sad, sad night. I feel awful.