Today I came home and found a grizzly scene. My Turken rooster and two hens were dead, two were injured, and two were missing. The neighbor dog had decided they would be fun to maul.
It must have been quite a fight, because feathers were everywhere. Driveway, front yard, back yard, even in the woods. I put my two injured girls in a box with a blanket under a heat lamp. One was violently shaking and I didn't know if it was from shock or laying on the cold ground for who knows how long.
I figured that neither would survive the night and sadly I was right. Less than an hour later they were dead. Nathan and I looked everywhere for the other two. When we couldn't find them, I figured that the dog had drug them off somewhere. When my kids got home from school, Jackie found one in the shop. She was alive and seemed unhurt.
Later that night, I went out to check to make sure she was still doing OK. As I was shutting the door I heard the other missing hen under the chicken house. With Nathan's help, I drug her out. She too was unhurt, but scared.
I can't decide if I'm more mad or sad. That dog is over here all the time and has never done anything like this before. Why now? I know it was her because I caught her when I came up the drive. While I can't bring myself to shoot her if she comes back, I will be investing in a BB gun.
For the next several days, I am going to save any eggs that my remaining two lay and try and hatch them. I know it futile because I don't have an incubator, but I do have time, determination and a heat lamp. Plus I'm kinda crazy. Never underestimate a determined, mad, crazy woman.