Sunday, May 23, 2010
When To Butt In
For the last year or so I have been having predator problems in the form of a wire-haired Chihuahua mix. The neighbor's dog is squeezing through my fences to pluck chickens and chase goats. I have spoken to them several times about it and have gotten various responses, including that it was my responsibility to keep their dog out of my farm. Since it is hard to fence out something the size of large rat I continue to see Pickles in my farm from time to time, apparently small enough to fit under Koo's protective radar.
This morning I was cleaning around the chicken pen when I heard a big thud, the sound of something with the wind knocked out of it, and then a shrill yelping. I came around the corner and saw Cora Belle, with that smug look she gets when she's made a good connection, and Pickles running for home with her tail between her legs.
I guess Cora Belle was just practicing with the other goats for a time when it would really count.