I haven’t felt like writing for the past few days – I don’t now, truth to tell, but days can drift past and a blog be neglected too easily.
A dog tore through the wire of the chicken’s tunnel between the greenhouse and their run and, by the time Wince heard them and came running for me, and I ran down there, five chickens were dead and one of the cocks was badly injured. It was a powerfully built Staffordshire bull terrier but, when I grabbed it, it let me hold it firmly while the men hurried off for a rope. We tied it to a gate while I went to check the chickens but it bit through the thick nylon rope in moments. Luckily, Tim was able to get it again and we took it into the porch while I phoned the number on its collar.
The owners turned out to be really nice people and the dog itself was well trained and well behaved, except in the obvious respect. Their neighbours were having their hedge cut and the gardener came through to finish off from their side. He left the garden gate open and they didn’t realise and let the dog loose. He was gone in seconds and the wife was out in the car searching when I rang. Of course I was nice about it, we were all upset at what had happened but I wasn’t upset with them or their dog. I don’t often react with anger. It rarely helps and it’s easy for it to spill into unkindness. There’s enough of that around without me adding to it.
Having turned down their offer of compensation, I was touched when they sent flowers and wine later. The poor little chooks. We had to kill the cockerel, his leg was badly hurt and he was bitten too. The survivors are still subdued but getting over it. It’s a sad thing that the dog found a place to get its claw or teeth into the wire, which otherwise seems to be very secure. Thankfully, Eloise cat was in the house at the time and knew nothing about it and all the other cats, including Rummy, were fine too.
You usually come to me for a cheery bit of nonsense – apologies. i’ll be back on form next time.