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.
Dancing With Frogs 
Just glad I was able to offer a solution to save you time and petrol 🙂
Sounds like Denday will be having a fine old time with gerls of his own and Bertie will be having tinned for dinner 😛
Denday has that ‘let me at’im’ look about him – I think Murphy may have met his match in that little chook. Glad you found a happy solution. Hope all goes well with you gardening quango-get-together-thingy – it sounds a brilliant idea.
Definitely a win-win. Yay for Jayne.
Just look at that tongue hanging out…I think I see drool!
Right little so and so!
I wouldn’t trust my parents’ black lab with my girls but Amber, our greyhound, isn’t bothered about them in the slightest, rather surprisingly! She just ignores them when they are all out in the garden together ~ the chooks aren’t all that interested in her either LOL It’s a different story when the girls are ‘safely’ in their run, though. Amber will often take a sneaky lunge at them at she goes by ~ which obviously produces the satisfactory response, for her, of them squawking and rushing back indoors ~ then she trots off down the garden, usually on her way to her toilet area, looking extremely pleased with herself 😀