I decided to wander out and give treats to donks and hens in the early evening, taking the dogs with me. The two dogs raced up the driveway ahead of me as I biked. When I approached them, I saw a loose chicken dive into the weeds with dogs in hot pursuit.
Now wait a minute, that must be one of the hens from next door.
Initially I didn't think I could do much to intervene between dogs and hen. Then I ran for a whip, thinking I could screech (what I do best in panic situations) at the dogs and distract them. Suddenly I see Golda appear from the weeds and dogs weren't going for the attack.
I scooped her up and she nestled right in. Unscathed. It was a miracle.
About two hours later I returned to the coop to lock up and the little girl was loose again. I knew I had locked her up in the hen pen! She didn't want to be picked up this time and was walking the boundary of the pen when, what do you know, there was a gap between side and end fencing for her to slip back in. So I put a monkey wrench in her next great escape plans and slipped a motorcycle tire in that spot (we have them in the donkey yard to play with).
Rick tightened that section up first thing the next morning.
I have to tell you the whole incident left me anxious for quite some time.
The hens have become an integral part of our menagerie and I thought I had lost one.
Took a while for my heart to resume normal operation...
The puzzler then was, what stopped the dogs. Somehow I don't believe they know the chickens are not fair game for them. But what else stopped the kill.