And down to Three

The dogs plucked another chook. And it didn't make it.

So Saturday morning, after the chook had been dead for about 12 hours, Michael took it and beat the dogs with it.

Apparently it exploded with the first thwack against Sarah. Both Sarah and Michael's legs were covered with chook goo.

Yick! Both dogs got a good bath that afternoon, and Michael's jeans went straight through the wash.

I think they may have learnt a lesson... but we are still moving hte chook house and redoing an enclosure. Damned birds still fly with their wings clipped, so we're placing the house in the middle of a fenced area so they can't use the house to fly over the fence.