Well. Damn it.
I'm glad, I reckon, that it happened today and not later in the week. Remember neighbor's little dogs that broke little bunny's leg last week?
This morning, I heard a commotion in the back yard and ran out to find a little dog standing there, with a mouthful of chicken feathers! Dog ran off and I found Roostie, (finally, in some bushes,) sans a chunk of back feathers. I have heard from three different people that the dogs' supposed "owners" don't feed them. So, do you blame the dogs or the owners? Sigh.
So. Now that the little canines know how easy it is to catch chickens, letting the birds have free run of our yard is out of the question. All seven birds are now in the barn loft with the bunnies, where they have a bit of roaming room, but they can't get out. (Eat those flies!) Roostie is segregated from the others, in a cage.
So, like I said, I guess I am glad that it happened today, because I would have hated to have come home to no chickens. But this whole episode? I could have done without.
Damn sons a bitches just don't do right.
The van is as road ready as it's gonna get. I need to pack and load. The critter sitter has been briefed and keyed. Lots of little odds and ends to take care of. We will leave tomorrow for points west and I will try to blog along the way, if I can. I don't have a laptop, so it will be catch and catch can.