Hopefully little hen will be reincarnated as a pumpkin.
We suspect a dog got into our yard sometime on Friday while we were both at work, and knocked off two of our chooks. One was half buried near the apricot tree. The other is missing in action — yet to find a body – alive or dead – after searching the backyard. The damn dog knocked off the two healthiest chooks – the big chook, and the littlest chook that had recovered so well.
The middle chook – the one I named Lavender – is still kicking. I don’t know how she managed to escape the dog but she’s a champ. A very lonely champ, but we’re trying to go out often to say hello.
A bit battered, but still going strong. Lavender enjoys some afternoon sun.
We plan to get a better system going. Although we’d like them to have free range of the entire block, it’s just not safe enough when we aren’t home. We’re going to have to knock together some kind of large chook tractor that they can live in, which we can move around the backyard. A pity, but it’s our safest bet, and a lot easier than constructing a dog & fox proof coop (which we’ll have to dismantle when we move anyway).
So for now poor little Lavender is a bit lonely, but hopefully I’ll be able to con my Dad into going for a trip to the tip & helping me to weld something together, and after that we’ll start looking for some chooks.
I’m keen to get some Australorps this time because we saw some recently and they were so cute and had a great temperament, but we’ll see what finances permit. Maybe I’ll ask Mum for an early Xmas present 😀
R.I.P. chooks, we miss you!