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And then my flock was massacred!
16 years ago
It seems like I only update this when bad crap happens, ne? I promise good things happen occasionally inbetween, I just never feel the need to report them :I
I don't really wanna get into the nitty-gritty, but I keep pet chickens. They're fun, they're smart, they're cute, you know WHATEVS you should also keep chooks yo. I had a flock of 15 birds, mixed breeds and purposes.
The other night while I was asleep, someone both 1) let my husky out, who is bird-aggressive and 2) opened the gate to the chook pen. Reading that, it seems malicious, but it most likely was some really fucked-up coincidence involving alcohol.
The next morning, I look out to see dead birds and an open gate. I'll spare you the details, it wasn't pretty. At all. Five were dead in the immediate vicinity of the pen, and I saw feathers like fucking everywhere that didn't give me a lot of hope for the others.
But, seeing as I had fifteen birds, there were quite a few MIA, so I started searching my yard. Two more were found dead close by. But, after about fifteen minutes of searching, I heard a cackle, and saw my favorite little barred rooster hiding in a bush. Never been happier to see a roo in my life. Gathered him up, completely unscathed.
I searched for a couple hours, I got clawed to hell by briars, and my goddamn pretty little hen WOULD NOT COOPERATE and made me chase her for twenty minutes before I could catch her, but when it was all said and done, seven of my birds survived. Four barred roosters, two silkies, and my easter egger hen. One roo was in bad shape -- real shocky, wouldn't open his eyes -- and one silkie had some bad swelling.
Both have recovered quite a bit; Mr. Roo's walking around, opening his eyes, but I think he's blind in at least one, as it's cloudy, and the silkie's swelling has gone down a lot.
That all happened a couple days ago, but JUST NOW, I peek out the window to see an EIGHT ROOSTER trying to get in to the pen! Wow. Eight made it.
It was pretty goddamn traumatic, I have way WAY too many roos now, and all that, but overall I'm so happy the eight that made it did.
I don't really wanna get into the nitty-gritty, but I keep pet chickens. They're fun, they're smart, they're cute, you know WHATEVS you should also keep chooks yo. I had a flock of 15 birds, mixed breeds and purposes.
The other night while I was asleep, someone both 1) let my husky out, who is bird-aggressive and 2) opened the gate to the chook pen. Reading that, it seems malicious, but it most likely was some really fucked-up coincidence involving alcohol.
The next morning, I look out to see dead birds and an open gate. I'll spare you the details, it wasn't pretty. At all. Five were dead in the immediate vicinity of the pen, and I saw feathers like fucking everywhere that didn't give me a lot of hope for the others.
But, seeing as I had fifteen birds, there were quite a few MIA, so I started searching my yard. Two more were found dead close by. But, after about fifteen minutes of searching, I heard a cackle, and saw my favorite little barred rooster hiding in a bush. Never been happier to see a roo in my life. Gathered him up, completely unscathed.
I searched for a couple hours, I got clawed to hell by briars, and my goddamn pretty little hen WOULD NOT COOPERATE and made me chase her for twenty minutes before I could catch her, but when it was all said and done, seven of my birds survived. Four barred roosters, two silkies, and my easter egger hen. One roo was in bad shape -- real shocky, wouldn't open his eyes -- and one silkie had some bad swelling.
Both have recovered quite a bit; Mr. Roo's walking around, opening his eyes, but I think he's blind in at least one, as it's cloudy, and the silkie's swelling has gone down a lot.
That all happened a couple days ago, but JUST NOW, I peek out the window to see an EIGHT ROOSTER trying to get in to the pen! Wow. Eight made it.
It was pretty goddamn traumatic, I have way WAY too many roos now, and all that, but overall I'm so happy the eight that made it did.
glad a few made it out :]
Well.. next morning we went out to feed them and they were gone, nothing left of them. And in one spot on the chicken wire there was some hunks of flesh with fur on them.. Something wanted them bad, enough to literally start skinning itself to get in. How the fuck it got out.. I have no clue.