She Lives -- Kind Of

After the dog attack yesterday, my hens went into deep hiding.  When they started coming out of the bushes, I tried to count them.  Well when you have 10 hens from the same breed, they all look alike.  I kept counting 9 hens.  Even when I locked them up last night, I only counted 9 girls.  So I was very surprised when I let them out this morning that there were 10 hens.  I looked at the second hen that I thought was moulting and her back was wet.  When I looked closer, I saw that the feathers had been torn from her back.  She also has a puncture wound from a bite by the dog.  So the  bottom line is, yes she lived from her dog attack but I don't think she is going to live out the day.  I washed the wound and sprayed it with antibiotic spray but I don't think it will do any good.  If she is not better by tomorrow morning, I will have to put her down.  I hate that. This hen survived being bit  by a dog and the other hens were also able to get away each time the dog came in the yard too.  They are warrior hens for sure. 

Playing Chicken

I was cutting the grass on my lawn tractor and as this picture shows, my yard is not level.   There is a hill I mow that is like riding a roller coaster.  So today as I was mowing apparently the hens are not afraid of the mower any longer and some of the hens waited until the last second to get out of the way.  It wouldn't be a big deal on level ground but on the hill there is no stopping the tractor if they don't get out of the way fast enough.  That being said, I wonder if my hens were playing chicken with the lawn mower. lol