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Friday, December 14, 2012

Another One Bites the Dust

If you are squeamish, this picture is graphic. My heart was heavy. I could not find Ethel when it was time to put them up for the night. A dog had chased them. Charlie and exbf did nothing for the hens. I always try to go and talk to them. The guys just, well, I have no idea what they did. I have no idea where Ethel spent the night. (writing about the adventure with Charlie and Tommy.)

When I went out about 10 o'clock this morning, the other three hens were in their nests, not greeting me, running about, waiting for their food. After I opened the pen, they just looked at me. When I put the food down, they just sat and looked about, still in their boxes. I knew they were frightened.

I kept encouraging them to get their food. Finally, one at a time they all flew down. Usually they attack their food, especially corn. Today, they just walked around, looking beyond their pen. They walked slowly and cautiously, head up and moving slowly. They were still frightened.

As I slowly made my way back around to the door, I looked everywhere. Walking past the door to the front yard, I looked under the big bushes where they like to hang out. Not a chicken in sight. No Ethel. Finally, I sat on the bench in the front yard. The day was pleasant, new, and sort of warm, even under the coolness of the trees.

Walking down the side yard where I rarely go, I made my way to the hen's pen. There she was, lying on her side. I put the picture last so that you don't have to look at it if you don't want to.

Ethel 12-14-12
Ethel joins Chessie and Fancy and Pepper
It's all my fault. I should have searched for her even though my back and knee were just killing me. She was heading back to the pen, so I know the other hens witnessed her massacre. Do your chickens seem to get depressed when they witness another die?
She was bitten above her tail and her head was bitten off. I suspect this was NOT a raccoon. Poor little thing. 


  1. i am sorry about that practical parsimony - it sounds like you are really attached to those chickens, what a heart breaker.

    best regards,

    1. jambaloney,
      Thanks. I am heartbroken. I am attached and feel guilty about not protecting them. I feel angry because someone lets a stupid dog run loose!

  2. It's always horrible and makes me cross when it's someones dog that does the killing. Son in Law lost most of his flock because some stupid people were too damn uncaring to keep their dogs on their own property.

    Hope you are OK, say some *cranky* words to those men.


  3. Barb,
    I know where this dog comes from. So, I will see about what they intend to do. Or, maybe not.

    I speak loud and and yell and scream. I grit my teeth and threaten them. Neither has seen my this way. It was like watching 2 two-years old who were hell-bent on having their own way and going in two different directions. Some "choice" words slipped from my lips.

  4. Sorry for your loss. Keep the rest of the girls locked up for a few days if you aren't watching them. The beast is likely to return.


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