There was a perfect storm of ineptitude that occurred while putting up the run. Not being an expert in chicken behaviors yet, I didn't really think about how the chickens were going to react while the run was going up. Once the panels were in place and the locking mechanisms were finger-tightened, the chickens were invited into the run.
Well, there were still people in the run holding up the panel that hadn't been affixed to the coop. So the chickens were just milling about doing chicken things, but on the other end of the run.
Then the dogs were let out. The yard has an invisible fence. The bad dogs (Kenny and Izzy) had their collars on, the old dogs (Betty and Bailey) didn't as they panic when they get buzzed. Anyway, Kenny ran towards the coop/run area, stood and barked at the chickens. But only because there's a line where the invisible fencing cuts across the yard. The chickens are all "what? you can't touch us".
Well, Kenny doesn't like being tormented like that. And he bolted through the invisible fence. It was at this point that it was learned that the battery in his collar was out. Oops.
So now Kenny is right up at the run barking at the chickens. Remember, there are still people in the run area, too. So the chickens were trying to get as far away from two different sets of danger. They ended up crowding next the fence in the corner where it was currently being held up and not attached.
Oh no. Easy pickin's for a tenacious dog who's nose can fit through a kennel fence. Sure enough, Kenny got himself a chicken. I'm not sure which chicken he got, but he pulled out a mouthful of feathers. The non-captured chickens ran to the opposite corner of the run and pressed themselves against the fence. Oh Lord. I'm sure you know what's coming.
Lots of screaming and kicking at the fence ensued. Rat-bastard dog would not relent. Finally, the chicken got away and ran to join the rest of the flock.
Being a fast little dog, Kenny ran to where the chickens were and got himself another (same?) chicken and pulled out another mouthful of feathers. They got away from him and settled in the middle of the run so they couldn't be reached.
I left the run, swearing at Kenny, picked him up and put him back in the house.
Lessons learned:
If Kenny is outside being a jerk, people can't be in the run
Little dogs - specially badger dogs (that's English for Dachshund) - are bred to hunt. And will (see exception below)
Bailey not bothering with instinct. Unless that instinct is eating poop. |
Yelling at a determined dog will not deter him from his task.
Old dogs can't be bothered with hunting.
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