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A typical day at Castle Argghhh!

Starring Stewart the Housegoat, SWWBO, Kiki, Gunner, Buffy, Tom, Jerry, Daisy, and countless other Denizens of the Castle.


It's very noisy for a quiet country setting.
Yes, it is. Part of that is just SWWBO's charisma. A second part of that is it's a feature, not a bug. If something unusual is occuring, the guineas alert everybody to it. No one sneaks up on Castle Argghhh! during the daylight hours when the guineas are out.

And at night, Behemoth and Leviathan and the Shadow (Buffy, Molly, and Gunner) are out..
From the looks of the vid, it seemed that everyone was out checking if SWWBO had a bucket of corn with her. We have Wild Turkeys that have learned to peck on the sliding glass door to let us know the bird feeders need attending...and they're for the finches.

I know you can teach dogs not to run chockens, but how do you keep the outside cats from making a meal with everything you have?
The Semi-Sweety has a bunch of Canada Geese slackers who have decided to stay at her pond in GA year-round, and honk like hell if unfamiliar people show up. Makes for an excellent burglar alarm, it does.
Cats are not necessarily hostile to chickens. I used to have cats and chickens, both groups free-range. The banty rooster would run off strange cats, then the cats and the chickens would eat scraps together. I have pictures of them sleeping together in the flowerbeds.
 To build on what Martin said - the cats are acculturated to the birds as being a part of the family.  Plus, we keep them fed, and the two with real hunting instincts are happy with all the little rodents they can gnosh on.

The only sociopath we have is Suellen.  Her hunting instincts are so hardwired that even after having worn a shock collar for a while, she just can't stop herself with it comes to the birds.  So, aside from the deck, she never goes out alone, and we're always on the lookout for a new home for her, where she'd be overall happier.  We did manage to place her sister, who was just as bad.  Both of them were dumped out here as puppies.  I swear, if I ever catch someone in the act of dumping it will be an act of will on my part not to just beat them senseless.
I agree with John, actually I would shoot them - with a camera. Then I'd be sure to spread the picture around. People dump animals so it will be 'out of sight, out of mind' but it is still just as cruel. Some may harbor the idea that 'country' people will rescue their unwanted animal but they've already got their hands full with all the other pets that have come their way from jack***es before the last batch. I think I'm bothered by animal cruelty almost more than I am by cruelty to fellow humans - not really, but it's a close run thing.

Off on a tangent, but still remotely related, I think we should bring back the stocks. You know, the old-timey lock-ups where you get publicly humiliated for your crimes. I'm not saying it should be for saying 'egad' or showing an ankle or anything like that but I think there are crimes that are more appropriately punished by public shaming than by a simple fine or a few days in jail.

Two duty stations ago it was cougars running through our property.  Last duty station we had packs of coyotes.  And while our own Terrorist Cell was outstanding at keeping them from causing hate and discontent within the fenceline, after the San Diego fires, they became rather *bold*.  There were numerous reports of coyote packs snatching dogs while they were being walked by their owners as well as young kids being stalked and attacked.  So, naturally, when the VES told me that she had been shadowed by a pack walking up from the bus stop, I started meeting her at the bottom of the hill, rifle in hand.  I only had cause to fire it twice, though.  The first time I dropped the leader, but apparently that wasn't enough for the rest of the pack to get the message.  The second time did, though.  And then we took the carcasses up to the top of the hill and left them in the middle of their trail.  We didn't see them too often after that.

The cats and chickens not only slept and ate together, they were territorial  in loose mutual support. At least one of our cats was observed chasing off a pack of two German shepards and one undefined mutt, while the roosters took care of the encroaching Ringneck Pheasant cocks.

Not too many furrin strangers in our yard, and we didn't own dogs...
what a lovely place you have!  I really need to get myself over to your place :o)