Close call at the Farm today yesterday

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My favorite little rooster, Satchmo, had a close call today yesterday.  Seemed he was stealiing some of Buffy's food.  That is a vey bad thing. Buffy roughed him up a bit and left him in the snow in the pasture.  I walked out to the pasture to feed Buffy, and I saw a black feathered chicken in the snow.

Damn.  I was afraid it was a dead chicken.

There was some movement of black feathers in the snow.  Buffy bounded over to bark at the bird.  I screamed at Buffy.  Buffy does not listen much.  It's her job - she decides what is dangerous to the goats.  Unfortunately, she is also a puppy, so she does not quite get the idea that chickens are her friends, even if they snitch some of her puppy chow.  She doesn't try to kill them, but until she is more mature, I'm a bit concerned, and I'm trying to keep all the chickens well away from the goat area.  Only the damn chickens love the goats.  Oh well. 

Back to my long-delayed story - I realized that the black feathers in the snow were Satchmo. 


I managed to get to him before Buffy decided to play fetch with him again, and poor Satchmo was soaking wet, cold and shivering.

I rushed (well, as fast as an overweight, 55 year old with arthritis in her knees can rush- LOL) him into the house. Yelled at poor John, who had just arrived home, to get some towels, and I filled the kitchen sink with very warm (but not hot!) water and plunked Satchmo into it.

I was able to wash off his feathers - a little blood from blood feathers that had been plucked from his head by rude big roosters, and a lot of mud and ice. Poor little guy was shivering. I wrapped him up in towels and held him close until he started to be a bit more responsive.

John set up one of those radiant space heaters in the garage, and we put Satchmo in a cage with lots of food and water. He ate a lot, then went to sleep.

So, today, I hope to build a larger cage for him - hopefully about 4x4x4 and I'll put hardware wire and chicken wire around it all, hopefully wheels on the bottom, and some nice roosts for him. He ended up living in the garage last winter, because all the other roosters picked on him, but this time, he is NOT getting the run of the garage - what a mess to clean up!

I think I'll put Darling, my little Seabright hen, in with him so he can have company.

I'll get pictures later.

Keep warm every one!

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Poor little guy! I’m glad you got to him when you did!

Heh. She left out the part where Satchmo sat on my chest for the better part of an hour, swaddled in towels and chirping somewhat grumpily, while SWWBO went out and wrangled the other fowl into their respective quarters for the night.

John is right. I could not have handled this chicken emergency without him!

John’s mentor, Benton Harbor, will be proud of him…

Beth,

I found you through a link on one of the sites in Gay Patriot’s list of nominees for blogress diva of 2008 (I’ll be voting for Michelle Malkin).

Would you consider making the Castle Argghhh!!! a little more friendly to newcomers by including a link somewhere with a little info on you and where your farm is? Not your address, mind you—just city, state, which I’m guessing are Leavenworth, Kansas, due to the tags, but I’d like to be sure. Thanks!

Best regards,

Cynthia

You might need to train the dogs to leave your feathered friends alone.

Hi, Cynthia. This is my second blog. My first one, She Who Will Be Obeyed was started in 2003. I got tired of the format last month and made this one instead.
I do need to put up an About page, thanks for reminding me! We are in Leavenworth County, but in Easton Township in Kansas - non-incorporated. Only about 12 miles or so from Ft. Leavenworth.

I’ll try to make an about me page in the next couple of days!

Grrrr.

Buffy listened to me, for some reason. Silly dog. I don’t know why because I’m kinda high pitched for a guy. Maybe it’s ‘cause I picked her up and ran her to ground a couple times. Teach her who’s boss, SWWBO.

Ry< I throw Buffy down to the ground and on her back at least twice a day - the farmer I bought her from said you have to do that with Maremmas. She knows who is boss, but she thinks that birds can be played with like goats.

They say obedience training with her breed is nearly useless, but I’m sure willing to give it a try after Christmas.

Hmmm. Ry left her speechless…

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