When Timber got in the van this morning to go to work, there were two big dogs in the back yard. I exclaimed concern for the chickens and he went tearing down the yard with the horn blazing. The dogs took off, but they had been there for quite awhile having a feathered festival. All six of the chickens are dead. Timber said the scene is so bloody that I won't even go down there to take a look.
We've always thought of the hens as a production line for eggs and manure with an edible end. But their all to quick death really got me down. I felt lost this morning without the purpose of taking Miley in the wagon for our stroll to feed the chickens. Humph.
Timber is trying to sort the situation out with the owner of the dogs. Apparently the dogs aren't ever let out of their yard...but their gate was accidentally left open last night. We feel at ease that we don't need to worry about crazed, chicken eating, feral dogs freely roaming our block seeing as how Miley and mean dogs don't mix. But dam, my heart feels squashed.
Anyone know who we can buy chickens from?
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