we have 2 great pyrs that we got to protect the sheep. they are a year old now and do anything BUT protect the sheep...
they chase the sheep relentlessly
they bite at the goats
they maul the turkeys
they maul the chickens
they bark at me when i walk outside towards them
yesterday, i let out peepers, our one remaining chick that survived the weasel attack last fall, of her cage for the first time ever...in the early part of winter, we had brought her inside at night to keep warm and finally decided she was big enough to transfer out to the main coop. but, since she was still little, we kept her in her own cage to keep the big chickens from attacking her. well, she wandered into the pasture and thelma and louise said 'game on!' and attacked her. she was bloody and missing lots of feathers and her right wing is drooping. i gave her rescue remedy and put salve all over her wounds, i don't see anything punctured or bad. we kept her in a box next to our woodstove and she made it through the night. she's a bit perky this am, i hope she pulls through this. i'm so mad at those dogs, i told greg last night i want them gone. they don't do anything but harass the animals and eat tons of dog food. worthless.
so, today, i'm emailing the previous owner (she had requested we contact her if we ever decide to give them up) and see if she wants them back or knows another home for them. i also have another friend who likes them, maybe she'll take one! i want them gone. i'll take my chances with the sheep not having protection. maybe we can get a donkey or alpaca instead.
another beautiful day here. we are hoping to butcher our 12 remaining broilers. hopefully i'll get a little more knife throwing practice in too. tomorrow is supposed to get cold and rainy again so i want to enjoy this weather while i can!
the turkeys peek in through the goat door at me.
this is our lone surviving weasel massacre chicken from last fall. she spent most of the winter inside with us (at night). then, after i put her in the big coop in a cage to protect her from the big chickens, i let her out to roam when i let the rest out and she wandered into the pasture where the great pyrs got her and played football with her. you can still see the bit of wound still healing up. as greg says, she should have died twice but is still alive and kicking. she has abandoned the big coop, hiding out in the shed and roosting in there at night. when she gets a bit bigger, i'll start putting her in the coop for the night.
moon dog, laughing at the silliness of it all.
