In the previous entry I lamented the problems of the dog running through the new raised bed. On second thought, I kinda wish that was all he did, but a few days later and this is what I woke up to. As you can see I did end up with a picket fence panel on one end, unfortunately it wasn’t enough to stop the bed from being completely dug up.
As if that was not bad enough I awoke this morning to the same dog digging his way underneath the brand new chickgloo (chicken tractor) that is home to the week old chicks recently purchased to be raised for meat. There were 25 of them until this morning, and now there are 20.
Here’s the chickgloo yesterday:
And here’s one of the chicks. His name is Pecker:
Don’t pray for patience. Just don’t.
Tags: chickens, dogs, raised beds
That stinks! i am guessing it is not your dog! I hope you find a way to keep the dog away from your garden and chicks!
Well he may as well be my dog, he lives here. It’s frustrating beyond belief as he is the sweetest dog in the world.
Sounds like he is your dog then
Did you really name a chicken you are going to eat? ewwww…it isn’t a pet!
Well I jokingly named all 25 male chicks “Pecker”, but even still I have no problem naming a food animal. I bond with every animal I own regardless of their purpose in my life, and that goes even more so for animals whose purpose is to feed me. I’m not like most people who might become so attached that slaughter will be an issue. If anything I am happier this way because I know without a doubt that my poultry had the best possible life from the day they were born until they come to my plate.