I went out to shut the chickens up as it was getting dark, and we've had what I can only assume is another visitation from Mrs We Must Have Drinks' dog.
1x dead growing-for-slaughter cockerel
1x dead pekin hen
1x dead show quality barnevelder hen (that wasn't dead when we found her but that we had to finish off)
2x missing youngsters that may or may not turn up in the morning.
The dog must have come through from their field to our garden, chased the barnvelder all the way down the garden and round the house and mauled it; and then got distracted and killed the pekin and the grower IN OUR FRONT GARDEN.
B rang Mrs WMHD who said ... "Well, it's a dog. Dogs chase chickens."
We are both pretty angry.
Apparently they were out all afternoon and the dog must have jumped out of it's pen. Which is what happened earlier in the week when she phoned up to tell us that that it had arrived home and presented her with a dead chicken. I was relatively gracious that time, as a) she offered to pay straight away and b) sometimes the youngsters do go in to their field, so it might be that it was off our property. And she sounded like she was going to address the issue.
This time, less so.
B pointed out that actually, one was within ones rights to shoot dogs that worry livestock and she needed to take some measures and come back and tell him what they were going to be. Hopefully that will include offering to pay. I reckon £12 for the grower, £25 for the pekin and at least £35 for the barnevelder. The hens were both good quality and proven fertile.
I've had a good cry. Going to bed now. We have clean sheets! Not that the sheets were rancid ... but there seems to be a regular amount of rusk being smeared over them by a person who is not either B or me.
For today, that really is all.