A common backyard chicken problem. Rats. Jimmy and I were enjoying the almost warm, late evening, by the pond, when off by the fence a bold and bouncy rat came out from hiding and frolicked in the most in-your-face way possible. This of course shattered the serenity of the evening. The cat went from dozing to alert, Jimmy ran for his pellet gun and I loaded the rat trap. Locked and loaded we three companions in arms laid out a quick strategy and executed it flawlessly. The result? FAIL Jimmy shot at it and missed , it ran under the fence and the cat couldn't get to it. I put the loaded trap under the coop and this morning the trap was sprung and empty (no peanut butter, no rat) What does all this mean? WAR!... Today I go in search of a bigger trap. Tonight after the girls go to bed the cat will be locked in their pen. And Jimmy will set up vigil like Jed Clampett ,butt on chair, feet on ground , gun on lap. The area must be made safe because we have a new addition on the way. 'David Hewlett Silkie' will be arriving on Thursday and all must ready. DH is only 2 months old and is a small breed, so predators of all natures must be minimized. DH is a rule breaker. When I told Jimmy she was coming to live with us he said "That's not what we agreed on 4 years ago when we decided to get chickens. We agreed... FOOD...NOT pets!". I said "but you told me I could have one". He said "when?" (with that look on his face that said he was searching his mental file folders for the data) I said "after the poker game." ........ So, David Hewlett will be here Thursday! I'm so Excited! (and some day..... I may decide to tell you why I named a chicken David Hewlett....... but not today.) We can all look forward to frequent updates on daily life with a chicken named David who will grow up to be a puffball. Isn't this the cutest thing you have EVER seen in any galaxie?
David Hewlett
David Hewlett
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