I am watching my sister's house this week. And their two dogs and 8 chickens.
Well I have to go to their house in morning, let the chickens out and feeds the dogs. Then stay there so the dogs can be inside of the house during the hot part of they day. *I have my laptop and they have a WII* The go home at 3 pm to let my chickens freerange. My sister's dogs won't bother the chickens, my dogs kill them. Infact my sisters chickens fall alseep ontop of their big dog Dexter(I will try and get a pic this week) So I have to lock up my dogs then let them out. Then I have to drive back to my sister's house to lock up their chickens. Then drive back to my house and put my chickens to bed. They left yesterday and don't get back to Saturday. Atleast she only lives 15 minutes away.
Well I come home from putting my sister's chickens to bed. I pull into the drive way. And there is a fat grey cat sitting on my fence licking it's lips. I start to panic. My bantam Tori is smaller than a softball. She is the runt of the three. I run inside and run out side with a flashlight to the coop and start to count.
Tori and Penelope are missing.
I open the house attached to the pen, dumb chickens where inside eating.
Well I have to go to their house in morning, let the chickens out and feeds the dogs. Then stay there so the dogs can be inside of the house during the hot part of they day. *I have my laptop and they have a WII* The go home at 3 pm to let my chickens freerange. My sister's dogs won't bother the chickens, my dogs kill them. Infact my sisters chickens fall alseep ontop of their big dog Dexter(I will try and get a pic this week) So I have to lock up my dogs then let them out. Then I have to drive back to my sister's house to lock up their chickens. Then drive back to my house and put my chickens to bed. They left yesterday and don't get back to Saturday. Atleast she only lives 15 minutes away.
Well I come home from putting my sister's chickens to bed. I pull into the drive way. And there is a fat grey cat sitting on my fence licking it's lips. I start to panic. My bantam Tori is smaller than a softball. She is the runt of the three. I run inside and run out side with a flashlight to the coop and start to count.
Tori and Penelope are missing.
I open the house attached to the pen, dumb chickens where inside eating.
