Weak of will turn away.
So right before we left St. Johns at nearly midnight we come upstairs from the basement gaming room to hear Chris and Catherine listening for some kind of disturbance outside. Sure enough they heard a chicken attack! So we head outside to find the poor helpless victim... Sure enough we find one and then another one! Crazy! We go over to the one- neck snapped- no punctures- no blood. We scurry over to the other hen and like same thing- but wait! This one was still breathing and blinking at us... so we turn her over to see if she is going to make it. She sits up- but still cannot raise her head. Her neck was broken but still alive and able to move- Sadly I had to watch her get shot directly in the head to be euthanized... which she then flipped on her back and writhed around for a minute and unfortunately had to be shot again because she obviously was still very alive T-T ZOMG.
Craziness eh? So we think it is a wild dog since they are obviously not killing to eat= just for fun. Either way we're going shoot whatever the bastard thing is! So sadly to say they are only down to one hen now...everyone else has been eaten or killed mercilessly.
Other than that- just work this upcoming week and moving stuff to St. Johns with every trip up there we make.
2 comments:
hence, the term, running around like a chicken with its head cut off! i read somewhere that there was actually a chicken alive with no head. i think they just fed it down its throat. interesting if true. i'm sorry you were traumatized 'city boy'! lol your grandma used to wring chicken's necks when she was in grade school!
xo mom
ah, life on the farm...poor little chickens. and they didn't even end up as dinner?
which room are you guys taking?
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