About a year ago Eric got a rescue dog Molly. She is a golden labrador retriever and was rescued from a puppy mill. It took her a bit to warm up to us, but she has always loved Jordan and now she will come to see me and Jeremy as well. Although the cats don't like it when Molly comes over to our yard, Molly doesn't chase them so we don't mind when she comes lobbing over, tongue hanging out.
Memorial weekend we went on a little trip away from the farm. (My parents come over to do chores.) We got home Monday and promptly when down to visit all the animals. We had just started giving oats to the sheep when Eric came over, with Molly.
|Lolly following Speckles along the pole barn|
Now Molly is a retriever and I don't know if she was ever trained to act as one, but she literally retrieved Lolly and brought her right to me (the closest human). And it didn't even phase Molly that I was red faced and scream "Drop that chicken now!" Molly did and Lolly took off down the creek bank squawking the whole way.
That's when Molly realized how much trouble she was in. She headed back into the snow berries in hopes that we wouldn't be able to grab her. But Jeremy was livid and went right in after her. He grabbed her collar and brought her over to Eric who apologized
and drug a reluctant Molly home to spend the night in the dog house.
I went over to see if any other chickens were still in the snow berries and found Henrietta. She was attempting to make herself as small and still as possible. I reached down and picked her up - she was stiff, holding her wings and feet in tight. I put her in the run with the other four, the smart ones that automatically ran into run to escape the dog. Then we started looking for poor little Lolly.
There wasn't any blood anywhere. Another good trait of retrievers is they have a very soft bite when getting the prey for the hunter. But there were feathers. I followed the trail to the last feather next to a large clump shurbery. Jordan and I poked around calling for Lolly. But it's hard to see an all black chicken under thick vegetation. We looked around for about 10 minutes and then decided to give it a break and hope she would come out on her own.
An hour later we went down to check and Lolly came out. She followed me back to the run and then let me do a once-over. There were no puncher wounds but there were some bald spots on her shoulder and wing. And when she tried to hop up into the coop she couldn't really flap up. So I lifted her in the for night. The next morning she decided to not come out. She kept peeking out the door and then deciding to stay in. On day two Jordan and I forced her out to eat and drink water, but she then went right back in (with help, still no flapping up). On day three when we came down for morning chores Lolly was out of her own choice and up on the outside perch, meaning her flap came back.
|Lolly feeling all better :-)|