This has led to me spending the other half of the afternoon parked on the couch watching kid's tv and periodically bellowing "Get the f*** away from the chickens," at the dog.
You see the chickens are fulfilling part of their role in the garden, clearing out the weeds and bugs from one of the vege gardens before I plant the spuds. We've set them up a mini-run which, whilst it is dog-proof, the dog can get quite close to them and they don't like it AT ALL - much squawking. They go back to their proper run in the evening.
I'd like to add that the dog wouldn't hurt the chickens should he happen to get his paws on one. See, utterly harmless.
The chooks are settling in wonderfully and growing every day. I'm completely delighted with them, the coop is working well, they're not too much trouble, and its like they've always been here.
Miss 5 horrified her father this afternoon when he got home though. She saw the dog sneaking up to the chook run and, without moving from the couch she bellowed, "Get the F*** away from the chooks Sebby."
I have no idea where she picks these things up from. No. Idea. At. All.
:)
