Sorry, I've been gone so much this week. I have been so busy! It started out Monday morning with a phone call. My husband's grandpa wasn't doing well and they called everyone in to come and see him. We went up there and somehow convinced him to go to the hospital. They let him come home the next day, remind me not to go to that hospital.
Since then, we have been going up there and visiting almost daily and giving those taking care of him a break. He seems to be doing a little better. He has gotten up a little in the past couple of days. He's still got his sense of humor, and his mind is still great. I hope he will recover and be able to get around again.
That brings us to yesterday, it was the WORST day! My husband and I had taken a quick run to town when we got a phone call from our son. He said dogs were attacking our rooster Napoleon and that they were killing our chickens. We sped all the way home and made it in minutes.
When I got home, I saw dead chickens everywhere. You can't even begin to understand how angry I was. It was a massacre! One poor chicken was in at least 3 different places from one side of the yard to the other.
I immediately called 911. Now, I know this was not a true emergency, but I was so upset I didn't care. My babies had just been attacked and killed. They said they would send someone out.
They had animal control call and say they couldn't do anything unless we knew who the dogs belonged to. We didn't but, I told him not to worry, if the dogs came back they would be dead. They did tell me they would put out a dog trap on Monday to try and catch them. Animal control also said they don't trap coyotes only dogs. But, this attack was by 2 dogs.
I was very scared because I couldn't find the rest of my chickens. We had 28, and they were nowhere to be seen. After a bit of calling and looking we started finding some of them. We found about 10 not long after we started looking. But, after calling for about 40 minutes no more were coming. My husband took off on the four-wheeler looking for both the chickens and the evil dogs. I started walking towards the woods. I found 1 hiding under the jacuzzi and 1 under the steps to the house. I also found 1 in the woods who was alive, but died a few hours later.
It took a long time, but more chickens started showing up. Some from out of nowhere, a lot from the woods at the bottom of the hill. I just knew I had lost my 2 newest and prettiest pullets, but they showed up, a few hours later. One of them I had given up hope on coming back, but I guess she was so scared, she wasn't leaving where she was hiding. If you are wondering, the guineas flew to the trees to escape the attack, so they were safe.
In the end, we lost 6 hens. All but one of our polish hens died. Her rooster, Napoleon, was badly injured, but is looking a little better this morning. A total of 9 chickens were injured enough that I can tell something is wrong with them. All of them were traumatized by having their friends killed. I don't think we will ever let them free-range again. I don't think I can take it if something like this happened again. Sorry for this post being so long, I guess I just need to vent.