Yesterday my friend Kim came over to help me install handrails on the house porches. After we had been working for a while I noticed that only 3 dogs were around (I have 4). Reuben, the catahoula, was no where to be seen. I called several times, but still no Reuben, which is quite unusual. About that time I noticed Angus, the boxer, racing around the shop toward where the chicken tractor was parked. I ran over there to see a chicken flapping around the field, my really old Great Dane Buck, with a rare surge of energy, chasing the chicken, and Angus was double-teaming with Buck for fresh chicken for dinner. That wasn't my plan for the bird, she just started laying eggs!
I was able to scream, stomp, and flail my arms enough to scare the dogs away. I scooped up the trembling chicken and headed back to the coop. Inside the coop was Reuben. His ears were down and his tail was way between his legs. He was terrified of the roosters in there and he wanted OUT. I had fed the chickens some bread earlier and Reuben decided he wanted to try some.
After coaxing the very skittish pup out of the chicken coop, and securing the wire where he had gotten into the coop, my friend Kim shouted "Hey, an egg!" That makes 4 eggs so far!
Each day on a farm is an adventure, and I wouldn't trade it for any other lifestyle.