After I heard Denday crowing, there was an almighty kerfuffle out in the yard. Murphy, Mum and Dad’s dog… the chicken killer… is staying with us again while Mum and Dad are on holidays for a week. He was racing up and down outside the fence barking his brains out, while Denday was protecting the flock.
They were really standing up to each other. Murphy was going nuts until I turned the hose on him, while Denday was strutting and crowing like a miniature Mick Jagger. If that fence wasn’t there this scenario would have ‘disaster’ written all over it.
Late today I took the suggestion offered in the comments by Jayne and rang a chook seller from Noble Park. They were very happy to take Denday. They have black Araucanas so they were pleased as Punch to be given a lavender one. Denday will be going to their farm to … um… socialise with a select group of females and inflict large families upon them. Win/Win!
Murphy couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw his nemesis delivered up to him on the coffee table. (Sharp eyes will have noticed Bertie underneath the dining room table. My dogs couldn’t give a tinker’s cuss about it.)
But Murphy was sure it was take-away.