The garden was a happy spot for the chickens as they pecked and ate every bug in sight.
Since moving over here, the chickens have been free ranging, and their coop is right next to the garden.
They have found several places in the garden to scratch, dig, and take dust baths.
My sweet rooster looking for a juicy bug...
My dear sweet rooster having such a fun time in the garden.
My heart is broken today because I came home to find Annie, our dog, looking very, very guilty, and no sign of our rooster. I followed Annie behind the house to the very ugly site of this precious rooster who had been killed by Annie.
I hadn't named "him" yet, because we were thinking "he" was a rooster but weren't sure, until yesterday. Yesterday, we heard him crow for the first time, and it was a funny squeaky little crow, but a crow nonetheless.
He was such a pretty poser for my pictures, and I had no idea these would be the last pictures I would have of him.
His bright happy eyes and face... I never wanted a mean rooster, and I was really hoping that "he" would be a rooster, but until we heard him crow, we weren't for sure. So I was so overjoyed that this rooster was friendly, sweet, and even liked getting his picture taken!
I am glad that I have these pictures of my dear sweet rooster. I was contemplating a name for him, and had not decided on one. I think I would have called him Rusty, since his beautiful feathers were a soft rusty brown color. But, alas... Rusty didn't win the scuffle with Annie.
The rest of the chickens seemed quite upset after this took place, and it took me a while to calm them down, but after feeding them, and talking to them, they went back outside, and I made Annie stay inside our little porch area.
My son buried little Rusty, and we spanked Annie for doing this. I am not sure what you can do to change the nature of a dog who has killed a chicken. We love our dear Annie so much, and the only thing that I can think of to do now is to build a run for the chickens, and keep them inside the run unless I am out there with them, or keeping Annie inside. The sadness in my heart from losing Rusty is pretty heavy right now, as well as not knowing how to teach Annie to never do this again.
If anyone has any suggestions for me, I would appreciate it.
On a brighter note... I wanted to thank everyone for praying concerning the fires in our area. We had a lovely rain on Sunday that brought in cooler weather, and the smoke has lifted, which has been a wonderful, wonderful thing! We have been having weather in the 60s and 70s, with days full of sunshine and rain showers, which is an oasis to us here in the northwest after a hot dusty summer! It is a joy to be able to see our beloved mountains again, instead of the smoky overhang that we have had for the past month or so. With the onset of the beautiful cooler weather, we know that fall is fast approaching, and I look forward - as I always do - to every change of season! I enjoy each one fully and delight in its joys, but then as the next season approaches, it is with great joy and anticipation of the change of the weather for that season.
So while it is always a bit sad to see one season pass, there is always the joy of the next season to look forward to. And while today has been a sad one for me... I have tomorrow to look forward to, because tomorrow is a new day, and faith, hope and peace are the best companions. :)