Friday, February 6, 2009
We had a close call with our chickens last weekend. The scary, neglected dogs that live across the street escaped from their prison and ran amuck, apparently getting their hands on one of our hens before moving on to other adventures. I went outside to find a yard full of feathers, and freaked out, assuming the worst. Well, our little hen seems just fine. She doesn't have a scratch on her as far as we can tell, but she is missing a lot of back feathers and all but 2 or 3 tail feathers. A week later, she's acting fine. This weekend I will try to observe her to make sure she is still laying.