- Apr 11, 2007
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Well, I got woken up by my daughter beating on my door.
"Linda (our neighbor) just knocked on the door, the pit bulls behind her are in our yard attacking our chickens and dad told us to get you for help!!!"
I go outside to find my husband squared off with a huge limb in his hand vs a pit bull mix that would not back down. His name is Brutus and belongs to the house behind our neighbor.
I saw, yet again, chicken feathers EVERYWHERE...black and white ones..."either Domino or Moma Hattie" I thought.
As we got the 2 dogs out of the yard, I found precious Moma Hattie dead at my back door. She was my light Brahma cutie. She would always get in my lap at feedings of treats.
Then, we found Feather in the back yard, in shock...but resting. That poor little girl has several tears down her back and then another tear between her legs.
I just spent the last 2 hours cleaning/sealing/covering what I could. There is no poultry vet open and our 24 hour emergency clinic in the next town does not do poultry.
So, she's inside, in the carrier Christopher William was, warm and comfy, eating and drinking...but still quite a bit in shock.
Guys, this is yet another testament to having a ROO if you can.
Eric the Red saved the day...ran the dogs out of the run they bashed in. I can't believe I had to SEE Eric the Red relive Billy's legacy (his father died a couple days after fighting off 3 Dachsunds)...but man...if there wasn't a Roo, you know it'd be much worse.
Please say some prayers...I don't know how much good body temp saline wash + wound sealing + antibiotic cream + gauze will do for poor Feather.
And, to lose Moma Hattie...that one REALLY kills me. I named her after my Gr. Grandmother that I never got to meet to begin with.
"Linda (our neighbor) just knocked on the door, the pit bulls behind her are in our yard attacking our chickens and dad told us to get you for help!!!"
I go outside to find my husband squared off with a huge limb in his hand vs a pit bull mix that would not back down. His name is Brutus and belongs to the house behind our neighbor.
I saw, yet again, chicken feathers EVERYWHERE...black and white ones..."either Domino or Moma Hattie" I thought.
As we got the 2 dogs out of the yard, I found precious Moma Hattie dead at my back door. She was my light Brahma cutie. She would always get in my lap at feedings of treats.
Then, we found Feather in the back yard, in shock...but resting. That poor little girl has several tears down her back and then another tear between her legs.
I just spent the last 2 hours cleaning/sealing/covering what I could. There is no poultry vet open and our 24 hour emergency clinic in the next town does not do poultry.
So, she's inside, in the carrier Christopher William was, warm and comfy, eating and drinking...but still quite a bit in shock.
Guys, this is yet another testament to having a ROO if you can.
Eric the Red saved the day...ran the dogs out of the run they bashed in. I can't believe I had to SEE Eric the Red relive Billy's legacy (his father died a couple days after fighting off 3 Dachsunds)...but man...if there wasn't a Roo, you know it'd be much worse.
Please say some prayers...I don't know how much good body temp saline wash + wound sealing + antibiotic cream + gauze will do for poor Feather.
And, to lose Moma Hattie...that one REALLY kills me. I named her after my Gr. Grandmother that I never got to meet to begin with.
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