Anyway, that’s a short introduction to the dogs. They made quite an odd pair. The brains and the brawn. If you were a hen would you cross a stream AND a fence to play with two canines straight out of a B-grade mobster movie?
Apparently some of them did. They kept disappearing. We knew who the culprits were. The dogs weren’t very good at covering their tracks. Or maybe they were pleased with their work. Maybe they were just doing what they were supposed to be doing. Keeping the hens out of the garden.
It got to the point where the dogs would meet us by the front door. Angel (the big dumb one) had a chicken wing sticking out the side of her mouth. Feathers still on it. Probably caught by Daisy (the evil mastermind) then passed to Angel when she saw us coming.
This combination of free range hens and dogs wasn’t working. What to do?