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The killing of Darwin by the hawk was the dogs down fall. See they were the ones who found the chicken dead in the snow. Once a dog gets a mouthful of chicken anything can happen. Even with a dog who knows better.
Yesterday I let the dogs out only to have Ginger return alone. 45 minutes later Moses. And 45 minutes later a dead rooster was found.
It didn't look good for the dog. This morning I let out the dogs and after a small bit I called them in only once again Ginger dog was alone.
I hurried into a pair of boots and headed out into the snow. There around the corner of the house was Moses plucking this poor rooster.
Both dogs have been scolded as much as I dare anyway, just wait 'til dad gets home! Ginger sent to her kennel to sulk. Moses to the bathroom. We called Colby with the bad news. In the commotion the eggs Beach brought in rolled off the counter splatting on the floor. Shortly after that an optimistic egg buyer appeared at the door. I made a dozen by handing off a few from our personal stash. Rooster in box, dogs in cages, animal cruelty abound, selling food out the front door for a small mark up- I feel like I'm running a McDonald's.
Reprogramming bored dogs in the dead of winter won't be a load of fun but you can't have chicken killers on a free range chicken farm and they don't let dogs run on the treadmills at the gym.
As for the rooster, Young Dr. Ries says, "he will either die fast or he will die slow." Yep, she is a farm girl.