Dog Attack

My beautiful Wyandotte, Hermione, was killed today. I came home to find two neighborhood dogs in a pile of feathers. I'll spare you a picture of the carcass, but it's clear she fought for her life but died a horrible, painful death. She might only be a chicken, but she didn't deserve to be torn apart by dogs and finished off by fire ants. I chased off the dogs and followed the trail of feathers to Hermione's body. I was so upset. She suffered because people can't keep their damn dogs on their own property. I don't clip flight feathers on my chickens because I hoped it would give them an advantage against predators. But a laying hen doesn't stand much of a chance against two pit bulls, especially not when they're bored and/or underfed.

Site of the Attack

Trail of Feathers

Lone Feather

Hermione Before the Attack