Yesterday afternoon I heard a commotion outside. A chicken was obviously in distress; I got outside just in time to see a big white shepherd mix dog headed down the street with a dead white serama rooster (Screech) in his mouth. This a apparently his last trip to our property for the afternoon. I found feathers of other birds in several spots; hoped the others were hiding but no such luck. Lucy, my little black serama hen survived, but this morning we are deafened by the silence! So missed that chorus of 5 roosters answering each other at 4:30 am that usually awakens us.
Just needed to tell someone who understands they were so much more than "just chickens" to us.
Just needed to tell someone who understands they were so much more than "just chickens" to us.