Somewhere in the recesses of my memory, I am so sure I can recall a time when weekends were restful, peaceful, relaxing. There might have been time for quilting, or knitting, or reading, but those days are gone!
This weekend was crazy and hectic . . up before daylight Saturday and Sunday; on the road Saturday, busy with chores on Sunday.
Saturday night late I was emailing back and forth with a local friend who also has chickens and we got on the subject of what a huge threat raccoons are to our chickens. She sent me a bunch of links. I had been asking Vince to put a more secure lock on the egg door. Sunday morning when he got up, I showed him some of the info I’d read about raccoons.
You may not be able to see in this picture but there was a single screen door type hook in the center of the egg door. The black thing on the light purple is a little swing out thing where I can hang my basket when I’m collecting eggs. By the way, we got four eggs on Saturday and three eggs today. We had been getting 2 a day. We’ve gotten 19 eggs so far!
Anyway,Vince added two big slide type locks to the ends of the egg door so I think we’ve outsmarted the raccoons for now. I believe that’s the only place they could get to the chickens and we’ve solved that . . everything is perfect now.
Tonight I grilled steaks. Had the food on the table. Vince and Chad were sitting down to eat, I was getting the last minute stuff done. Vince calmly said “there are dogs out there!” We live in the city. Dogs cannot be running loose in the city. But, there are two dogs out there giving my chickens hell! Poor babies! They were flying around, hitting the wire, in a huge panic! I dropped everything and ran outside. Vince and Chad continued to eat! Darned men!
I went flying out the back door . . screaming at the dogs. One of them ran off. One kept running circles around the chicken run. All I could think of was . . there was so much broken glass around the tree line and I had no shoes on! Oh well, I got a tetanus shot last week so . . who cares! Finally chased the dog off and decided I was going to follow him and if I found where those dogs lived, the owners were going to hear from me! Apparently someone had already called the police and in our sleepy little town, they were right there, driving real slowly looking for the dogs. I flagged one of them down and showed him the house where the dogs ran. Then I had to walk a block back home . . still barefooted! When I got home, I realized I was wearing this shirt! Not only that but I’d already had my shower and had on no makeup and . . of course, no shoes!
Vince and Chad were still eating . . like nothing had happened. Vince calmly said “Where did you go and what did you do?” I told him that I stopped a policeman and showed him where the dogs had gone. Vince started laughing and said “The policeman probably knocked on their door and said ‘you’d better be glad it’s the police and not the Wicked Witch!”
Wicked Witch t-shirt or not, I’d better not see those dogs (or any others) in my yard again!