Tonight my dog broke the neck of my first chicken, Madonna. Madonna had become one of many, but was still the queen of the flock. As she was once a "pet" chicken, Madonna feared nothing, including the German Shepherd. They had been around each other for months and never had any type of altercation.
But tonight, I left them both outside while we ate dinner. This wasn't a first time occurance, and I never dreamed what would happen did happen.
So, yes, I'm furious at the dog. He is supposed to be the farm guardian, not the terror of my birds. However, there is only one to blame, and that would be me. You cannot trust an animal to give up basic instinct, however they have behaved in the past.
So Rest In Peace, Madonna the pet white silky chicken.
What a crappy day....
But tonight, I left them both outside while we ate dinner. This wasn't a first time occurance, and I never dreamed what would happen did happen.
So, yes, I'm furious at the dog. He is supposed to be the farm guardian, not the terror of my birds. However, there is only one to blame, and that would be me. You cannot trust an animal to give up basic instinct, however they have behaved in the past.
So Rest In Peace, Madonna the pet white silky chicken.
What a crappy day....