Today the dog chewed his leash and killed the small black Silkie hen. I was away working and H.W. left him unattended for barely a moment.
Of course I felt horrible. We introduced a predator to the farm and then failed to protect our tiny, vulnerable charges. They have a house secure enough for wild animals, and they’re attacked by a domestic one. Naturally the dog got “tuned” for his crime, but it’s his nature to hunt, our responsibility to train him otherwise. And a little fluffy innocent life is gone because of a mistake.
I’ve ordered a poultry net to put around the Silkies; it can’t arrive fast enough.
Same day, the red hen went broody, and I broke her up by accident! I thought she might be hurt, crouched unusually on the floor of the coop, and I stroked her. She jumped up with a peep revealing three hot eggs she’d been on, and when I checked later she was on the roost, not on her eggs.