My routine is simple. Get up, turn on the coffee pot, go let the chickens out. This has been my routine for over two years. Not any more…last week everything changed.
My new routine is get up, turn on the coffee pot, go set the trap. Even though we have not seen the wild dogs in a few days, they will most likely return. When they do, the trap will be set….waiting.
If I capture the dog(s), I will deliver them to animal control. In my mind, I have envisioned their death in many ways but in the end I realize it is not their fault. They were mistreated, not fed, and doing the best they can to survive.
Stripe, my last remaining chicken, put up a good fight after the attack, but in the end her injuries were too great. Watermelon and worms were her last meal before I took her to be put down.
Will I get more chickens? Maybe…I am not sure. Sometimes I think, no, not until I can ensure their safety, but you can never fully protect any animal.
The chickens chirping happily to one another while eating grass is one of my favorite memories. They will be missed.
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