- Jan 1, 2009
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Hello all,
Today as I was going across our bridge to take a walk on our other acre, I saw the body of one of our 3 month old rhodie pullets. As I picked it up, its whole right side was soaking wet from the creek. It was still limp, it died while I was shopping at the mall with my family this afternoon. My baby sister was crying gallons of tears, while I was trying to figure out what had happened as my father way burying her. Then my mother told me that the neighbor said his Black Labrador, Luke had killed her. He said their wings should be clipped. But I knew something was not right. My Girlies and LaRoo as well as Oschter Havs had never even attempted to fly over the 5 foot fence that had bordered their gigantic weed infested, as well as bug, dog run. I went looking around for another entry to the canines jagged fangs. Then, I saw it; a foot tall gap between the earth and the chain - link fence. I quickly boarded it up with one of our spare terra cotta roof tiles. I assumed that our rhodie was killed by Luke, and then chucked over the fence, and into the creek. Oddly enough, I am not sad at all. Rather, I am glad that we have found a way to protect our chooks from danger. I belive that our neigbor was trying to remove the chicken so his dog would not mutilate it, and also so we would not see it, and therefor not miss it and move on. He had raised 20 chickens at one time as well, so he cares about ours. It is a virtue to forgive and forget, as I say in German Leb Die Sekunde. Live The Second. Although we lost one of our girls, it is a life lesson of chicken keeping to protect, and to forgive. The fox only wants to feed her kits, and the racoon wants to fill its empty belly.
Thank You,
Fresh Eggs
Today as I was going across our bridge to take a walk on our other acre, I saw the body of one of our 3 month old rhodie pullets. As I picked it up, its whole right side was soaking wet from the creek. It was still limp, it died while I was shopping at the mall with my family this afternoon. My baby sister was crying gallons of tears, while I was trying to figure out what had happened as my father way burying her. Then my mother told me that the neighbor said his Black Labrador, Luke had killed her. He said their wings should be clipped. But I knew something was not right. My Girlies and LaRoo as well as Oschter Havs had never even attempted to fly over the 5 foot fence that had bordered their gigantic weed infested, as well as bug, dog run. I went looking around for another entry to the canines jagged fangs. Then, I saw it; a foot tall gap between the earth and the chain - link fence. I quickly boarded it up with one of our spare terra cotta roof tiles. I assumed that our rhodie was killed by Luke, and then chucked over the fence, and into the creek. Oddly enough, I am not sad at all. Rather, I am glad that we have found a way to protect our chooks from danger. I belive that our neigbor was trying to remove the chicken so his dog would not mutilate it, and also so we would not see it, and therefor not miss it and move on. He had raised 20 chickens at one time as well, so he cares about ours. It is a virtue to forgive and forget, as I say in German Leb Die Sekunde. Live The Second. Although we lost one of our girls, it is a life lesson of chicken keeping to protect, and to forgive. The fox only wants to feed her kits, and the racoon wants to fill its empty belly.
Thank You,
Fresh Eggs
