Neighbour Jean-Paul's dog usually helps him round up his chickens when they're out foraging in the back meadow. We've seen it belting the full length of same to chivvy a laggard home - lovely to watch.
Just now I was waiting for the tea to brew when I heard a lot of squawking from that direction. I looked out of the window in time to see the dog shake a chicken violently and kill it. It then took off after another one and had its jaws wide for its neck when J-P came round the end of a stack of palettes. Dog desisted and disappeared fast with its tail down; chicken II was untouched. J-P looked at the feathers on the ground then went back the way he came. Sort-of strange, that.
No more squawking, so far.
