it was raining heavily and Clare was pretty bored. So she decided to push the envelope: she knows exactly that the chooks are off-limits. But Heather - one of the former cage birds - is very tame and shows complete confidence in me and and the dog. When one of us is approaching her she stoops down. This was her fatality. Clare was "playing" with the hen as if it is one of her toys. Gripping the bird as a whole and tossing it around.



Fortunately Heather survived the ordeal (with special care inside the house and sitting in a cage). I was very upset and was nearly beating the daylight out of the dog. I didn't look at her for the next 24h but I'm not sure whether she will keep a distance from the chooks in the future. She is reaching puberty and testing the limit.
NEXT TIME SHE IS DEAD!