I’m not impressed.
Romeo killed another of our ducks this morning.
See, Wayne has been taking the dogs out for a run in the paddocks every morning when he goes out to feed the chickens and ducks.
Normally the poodles have been really good with the feathered critters. They ignore them as they run around sniffing wildlife trails. They’ll run through a flock of them, scattering them and ignoring all the flapping and squalking…
But one duck, acting differently… well, turns out that was too much for Romeo (‘duck f@$ker’ as Wayne affectionately calls him).
One duck has been nesting in the fallen tree branches in the top paddock. We only noticed it when Romeo chased her out of there a few weeks ago but didn’t think much of it.
Till today that is.
When he not only chased her out but caught her.
And she was sitting on eggs.
Wayne is up there now disposing of ‘cover’ to avert another such disaster.
We are now down to 8 ducks. Lately only 7 have been turning up for feedings, which means there’s another one nesting somewhere.
Did I mention we’re also down to one chicken and one rooster?
Not due to Romeo, he’s innocent of that much at least.
Since our chickens are free range we don’t always know whats going on number-wise. We had as many as 6 isa browns and 2 black hens at one time. One black hen was killed by *guess who* when she landed in the yard. One red hen was found dead, decapitated. Most likely by a quoll. They do that apparently. I found another dead in the hen house the other day… no injuries that I could see. The others have just disappeared. I know the rooster has been very rough on a couple of the hens, so I’m betting they ran away.
So now we need more chickens.
And I’m thinking I may buy a couple of geese for Wayne.
He loves geese. And geese can hold their own against dogs. That’ll teach Romeo some respect.
Life on a farm ain’t all rainbows.