Yesterday must have been Bad Neck Day…

  It was not the best day for our animals:  especially Charlie and Gypsy Girl.

Charlie is to become a chicken stew today.  Yesterday, when he chose to again attack, he was hit along side his head, breaking his neck---entirely by accident.  His nasty attitude was finally his downfall.  I DO miss his crowing and his strutting around.  However, when I went into the yard later to check the girls’ food, it was a quiet, calm and peaceful place----for the first time in AGES.  The girls raced to meet me and eagerly took the vegetable scraps I gave them and I didn’t have to watch my back as I dished out their grain from the shed.  I can now walk peacefully in the yard, without having to carry a stick and be watchful every step of the way.  Will we get another rooster?  Don’t know, but expect we might.  I’m sure the girls will miss his protection.

In the morning, yesterday, when I heard Gypsy barking across the neighbor’s fence (at their two small dogs who were also barking), I called to her.  She came on the dead run and, instead of leaping onto the porch (she always ignores the small steps up), she forgot to jump and ran smack dab into the side of the porch.  At first I thought she may have knocked herself out, but no.  She turned around and slowly jumped up onto the porch---with a dazed expression.  No whining, or crying…but she was subdued for several minutes in the house, before returning to her normal rambunctious self.  What a TOUGH dog!  That HAD to hurt, but she took it in stride, as always.  She was lucky not to have broken her own neck!