About the cool and fabulous things I have been doing lately. But I am unable to write it, because today, I HATE DOGS.
Today is my *only* day off since I can remember, and for the foreseeable future. I had a lot of things planned for today and even got up early to accomplish them all. Mid morning, I took a break to take the dogs for a run on the property. We grabbed the crappy Flying Squirrel, meandered way back along the river, and spent some time in the Grass Basin playing “Find the Flying Squirrel That The Stupid Food Lady Keeps Throwing Away” in the tall grasses.
and the next minute – no TWoo. This is not unusual, as walks are Hunting Time for the WooTWoo (except on the rare occasions when Woo plays with us).
A little while later I heard, very faintly, the unmistakable sound of TWooie barking his “I found something” bark. It took me a minute to orient myself, and then I realized where the sound was coming from – my HOUSE. That could mean only one thing.
TWooie had doubled back to the chickens.
I ran back to the house as fast as I could, which is not fast because I have 10 acres, remember, and I was at the opposite end of it from him. By the time I got there, there were two sad chickens outside the pen making very sad sounds, one dead hen in the pen and the fourth one was MIA. I hurled myself on the chickens, grabbed a piece of the TWoo (a leg? his tail? Can’t remember) and marched him straight into the house, snagging a Wootie along the way (because as we know from previous blog entries, he’d take advantage of the situation by offing the other two chickens I’d saved from TWoo).
He had managed to find a weak joint in the wire and pulled open a very small hole. How he got through that hole is a mystery to me – I can only assume that TWoo, like a rat, can fit inside anything larger than a quarter. I *think* he pulled the chickens out of the hole one by one and killed the one IN the pen before he could drag it out because the hole was small and I doubt the chickens would have tried squeezing through it with a crazed murderer on the other side. The two shell shocked hens that were outside the pen were just laying in the grass moaning in terror. They have no injuries- I checked them over very well – but they aren’t happy.
I had to spend an extra hour hunting through the scrub around my property for Hen #4 and finally found her in the ditch. Actually, Woo found her first, but when he went in for the grab, I went in for the scruff clutch and just happened to catch the ear that he split open yesterday. IOW, Mr. Woo got the mother of all corrections for trying to taste my chicken! She is also no worse for wear and was really hard to catch (read: I spent ages running up and down the ditch in galoshes getting filthy). I then went to the hardware store, bought much stronger galvanized wire and recovered the chicken coop. Then I had to go bury the dead hen. There went my day.
I’m so mad at TWooie I can’t even look at him without wanting to wring his neck. I’m going to go chase him around the house now with the scary vacuum cleaner as punishment.
I do not have the heart to blog something amusing today. I am not very attached to my chickens (except for Black Rock Camaro, the only black hen – I like her) but senseless murder of the poor hens annoys me endlessly. It’s even more annoying that it wasn’t even the dog named after a serial killer that did it! I am even more annoyed that TWoo, who does not dare go near the coop when I am present, was so devious as to wait until I was really far away before running for 20 minutes back to the house to get the chickens. I’m putting hotwire around the coop next, that’ll learn him.
PS – I’m looking for an inexpensive heat lamp for my hen house (to beat TWoo with when he tries to break in, obviously). Anyone got one to spare, or advise on where to buy one that won’t charge an arm and a leg?