My blog is as good as any place to confess. Both Mr A and I are keeping a secret.
Late yesterday afternoon we opened the gates to let out our 4 big dogs as usual for their run up the hill before dinner. Also as usual, Dursune's chickens were running around everywhere. Thankfully the dogs take very little notice of them these days.
However we did notice one chicken that appeared to have a broken leg and we're sure it was in pain. Freddie also noticed and ran after it. Mr A got there before him, shouted at him and he stopped dead in his tracks, then off he ran up the hill with the other dogs.
The chicken was in a sorry state so Mr A made the decision to put it out of it's misery. Dursune was nowhere around so we couldn't tell her.
Mr A then brought the carcass around the back of the house, plucked it, washed it and asked me to cook it. Aargh...I know I eat meat, but I don't find it easy to deal with an animal that I've seen running about...well in this case, not exactly running about, more hobbling in pain.
Well, I boiled it slowly...and there is very little meat on it, and I wouldn't be able to bring myself to eat it anyway. Mr A will not be so squeamish, but if he is, the dogs will have a treat.
Now for the confession bit....we haven't told Dursune. Why? Because I am 100% certain that if we do she will accuse one of our dogs of killing it, and whatever we say will make no difference. Then we will have to put up with her constant moaning about it to us and the neighbours for weeks. In any case she is absolutely over-run with chickens and hasn't noticed it missing.
So that's it...I've confessed and feel a little relieved at having shared it.
Other news...Tommy has settled in very well here. He's a lively little chap and very affectionate. He and Monty squabble a fair bit, but they are becoming fond of each other. Last night they were curled up on my bed. They lay very close to each other and Monty had his head resting on Tommy...lovely to see.
Sammy, Megan, Freddie and Blondie seem quite relieved that they no longer have to put up with Monty nipping their legs, as he is happily occupied playing with Tommy. So all is well in our camp.