death is fowl

Since we returned from Glacier we have had many losses. Three chickens: our favorite, Easter (shown here on Rob's leg), Floofs, and Chicken Little. The chickens were taken by our neighbor's dog, who happens to be a retiever by nature. We also lost a Parakeet named Pete, "P" for short (the green bird in the cage) and our beloved cockatiel, Amos, who whistled the most wonderful songs.

On a brighter note, we saved one chicken from the 'jaws' of death a couple of weeks ago. I saw the neighbor's dog run by with Julia (Irene's chicken) in his mouth. We thought she was a goner, but she was saved, quite shaken, but only suffered an injured leg. The first couple of days she didn't really move, then she learned how to hop on one leg quite nicely, and when I went out to get eggs this morning, I wouldn't even have guessed she had ever been injured. We are very happy to report this after so many losses!