here chicky chicky ...

A few weeks ago we lost one hen .. molli was 'playing' rather roughly with her .... i came home to her 'enjoying' her ... molli had broke into the coop and caught one... poor little hen... sigh .. so i had heard to beat the dog with the chicken to break any thought of wanting to do it again.... so i did just that. ... i whacked molli repeatedly.. hard and steady ... i don't want my pup to be a chicken hunter .... egad ... that is awful. After her chicken beating i put molli in her kennel and the chicken on my out door table and headed toward our coop... hoping i didn't find anymore distressed girls...(or dead ones) nope, everyone seemed calm enough and accounted for. ... good good...
now to 'put away' the deceased. Only then did i feel the warmth of her still body... only then did i notice not one puncture in her very still body... only then did i see the slight trickle of blood coming out of her beck. -- oh my -- ... oh me oh me oh my... and it was then that i realized she might not have been dead when the whacking began. oh dear . gross. .. ..was i the chicken killer? great. really not great. she-the chicken, was most likely very knocked out... and then i probably finished her off. How totally awful. worse then the rooster butchering by far.... And i suppose we don't know either way for sure..
But hopefully we won't have molli the chicken-knocker-outter... or joni the chicken-whacker-killer on the loose any time soon. eeesh.



*Just to know right off this chicken lives to see another day*.. this is another one of our little hens.. and she is a very good flyer and a rather good sneak. To her defense.. once caught she is very polite and confusingly calm.

i might call her 'took' after the adventure hobbits... as she did have a little adventure on the outside recently...She escaped the other day... Malley was good and fast to put molli inside .. and he chased his chicky around the outside of our yard to bring her round again... and we thought she ran back into the coop?? .. but apparently she hide else where and had a week holiday. My next door neighbor came over one evening and said a chicken just ran across his driveway... He was nice enough to help me chase the little rocket, (even thought he doesn't like chickens at all) three houses down... through two ditches .. down the middle of one long road.. through several fences .. too many tree shrubs to count.. she also was flying air borne a few times... managing to squish through a fence to someones back yard and jump over a toy jeep. (ha - just kidding about the jeep - all the rest was right though) ...finally i caught the little diva... phew that was at least a good 15 minute cardio. Both of us needed a drink.. her water, me whiskey.. HAHA jk So we think we have everyone again... but who knows... we count them they 'cluck' .. (which i am guessing is chicken laughter) and escape again... only to give a good story of great adventure to the others. Well soon all flight feathers are to be clipped.... rather short i think.. and then they will just have to reminisce about great adventures they once had. ... chicken chasing .. secret egg laying .. tree perching .. dog hiding ... i would think it would all be somewhat stressful to a chicken? ... apparently not, as the next days we seemed to get double the egg count. Guess chickens like a good story like the rest of us.