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Lying hounds

Google continues to say I’m over my storage quota, even though I’ve deleted dozens of photos. And yes, I emptied the trash. Let that be a warning: don’t go over!

Have one from July of 2018. The white one to the left is Sam, still very much with us. The dark blob in the middle with the white spot (it’s his bottom lol) is Mo. Also still alive.

Mum (not really their mum, but she sat on the eggs) is Millie, one of my best ever. Eaten in her sleep by a fox that broke into the henhouse through the nesting box. Bastard. I had him trapped in there, but I let him go. I had nothing to shoot him with and I’m not really up to beating a fox to death with a hoe.

Yes, I keep a chicken spreadsheet.


Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: December 28, 2023, 9:22 pm

Saw my electricians coop today in East Texas. About 3 feet off the ground so they could clean the droppings out.
And a 60 foot long combined cheekin/turkey run.

The house rooster, little skinny guy, was running loose in the yard.

Given that I’ve seen large Grey foxes in the field below our house(snort…barn with doors and windows) I’d be reluctant to let em run, but what do I know. I saw 6 hens scratching around on the side of Texas highway 77 outside Naples (yes, Naples Texas…) this morning, where the speed limit is 65, so it’s obvious I don’t know jack about chickens.

Comment from Sporadic Small Arms Fire
Time: December 28, 2023, 10:50 pm

I’m an old, but just recently discovered Henry Williamson’s “Tarka the otter”.
Tremendous book by a keen watcher.
I was blown away when I realized that the terms stoat and fitch are used almost interchangeably. Stoats and fitches get into it with an otter over a dispute over fresh rabbit.
Teeth are sunk into pelts, fur flies, short legs kick and scratch.
Yes, there is plummy Sir David Attenborough reading the whole 90 min production on YT.
SSAF, out

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