I Need to Vent
It's been cold.
Not as bad as other countries but cold enough and the ground has been frozen hard. The first thing I do in the morning is feed Tamara, a rescue pony who lives in my garden and let Victoria my chicken out of her coop. In summer she flies from her perch to the ground and then follows me back up the garden to get some corn. Victoria is getting on a bit now possibly 5 years old, I haven't been counting but she's a big majestic girl, until she crash lands hitting the ground collapsing in a heap. Enough! I couldn't watch this any more so would grab her in a hug hold, she didn't like it but accepted it with a bit of squawking. All for the best, I didn't want her breaking a leg! We've been doing this for about 2 weeks and she curled her neck into my arm whilst still grumbling about it. The other day it was warmer, the ground was soft and I decided to let her get down on her own. As I walked away there was a commotion as Victoria angrily pecked the side of her coop demanding my warmth and a carry up the garden, I knew. I went back and continued our routine.
This morning I took the feed down and went to collect Victoria.
Not in her hut. She must've got down all ready.
Looking around I found her under the tree body squashed down, head bitten off but nowhere to be found. A fox had been around and killed for fun.
Not as bad as other countries but cold enough and the ground has been frozen hard. The first thing I do in the morning is feed Tamara, a rescue pony who lives in my garden and let Victoria my chicken out of her coop. In summer she flies from her perch to the ground and then follows me back up the garden to get some corn. Victoria is getting on a bit now possibly 5 years old, I haven't been counting but she's a big majestic girl, until she crash lands hitting the ground collapsing in a heap. Enough! I couldn't watch this any more so would grab her in a hug hold, she didn't like it but accepted it with a bit of squawking. All for the best, I didn't want her breaking a leg! We've been doing this for about 2 weeks and she curled her neck into my arm whilst still grumbling about it. The other day it was warmer, the ground was soft and I decided to let her get down on her own. As I walked away there was a commotion as Victoria angrily pecked the side of her coop demanding my warmth and a carry up the garden, I knew. I went back and continued our routine.
This morning I took the feed down and went to collect Victoria.
Not in her hut. She must've got down all ready.
Looking around I found her under the tree body squashed down, head bitten off but nowhere to be found. A fox had been around and killed for fun.