Black Friday

Today when Peaches and I got home, there was a pack of dogs killing our chickens. It was not a pack of wild dogs; they were well fed, muscular, had glossy coats and they were wearing collars. Someone around here lets their dogs run loose.

We chased the dogs away. They'd dug under the fence and gotten into the yard. The chicken door is just big enough that a pit bull terrier can get through.

One silver-laced wyandotte and all three barred rocks were dead. Black Lucy the elder was wounded so badly that she wasn't going to live. We killed her quickly so that she wouldn't suffer.

One silver-laced wyandotte is wounded and acts as though she's sprained her left leg. I gave her some water and she perked up, but all the birds are obviously feeling shaken. Tomorrow, I'll assess her again. I hope that some rest will let her recover.

Tomorrow, I'm digging a ditch and pouring concrete.