Facts is facts. I found more deaders.
And what do all these dead chickens have in common, Ghost?
Oh, but I think you do. What they have in common is that they’re in this yard, a place to which I doubt they all decided to travel for their mass suicide.
Also, you disappeared for over an hour last night, and I called and called and you did not come. Where, exactly, were you last night, Ghost?
🙁 He knew he was busted, too. He’s been acting funny all morning. But hey, he’s been a desert dog all his life. See the bird, chase the bird. That part is nothing new.
This is a problem. He has never shown any interest in captive chickens, but he apparently decided these were wild and therefore fair game.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go clean half a dozen corpses out of my yard.
Treachery! I feel a bit vindicated on the chickens’ behalf…although if they can’t escape a domestic dog they’d be screwed when the first coyote showed up.
Ah, those family members. Yep, treachery…vilest treachery. I’d keep a weather eye on Ghost too, now that he’s nailed those yard birds. Unfortunately, he might go after the others, given half a chance.
I used to work out in Death Valley, doing archaeological surveys. Back then we stayed at the old resort in Zzyzx, the one that was stolen by the BLM from the owner (long story there, but it’s well documented in other places). An unknown part of that resort was the communal farm behind the resort, hidden by a large hill and some microterrain.
There were the remnants of raised planting beds – and a rabbitry plus a chicken house.
Interesting thing about the rabbitry and the chicken house – they were underground. Well dug in, and roofed over like a classic bunker design. Cages, watering lines and associated other animal husbandry items, still there.
Maybe it’s time to start digging a bit more……