Four guineas. Nine pullets. All killed by some asshole's dog who decided to come over for a little exercise.
I swear by all that's holy, if I find out whose dog it was, all bloody fucking hell is going to break loose.
With wild animals, at least they eat the carcass. These were just tossed aside everytime they died, and it went in for another. Their first full day out of the coop, too. Why do I even bother, people?
AND! AND! It had the balls to play with my dog's teddy bear!*
So how was your day?
*I know for an absolute fact it wasn't my dog. She was in the FUCKING HOUSE, WHERE SHE BELONGS. Rantrantrantrantrant. I am still positively murderous in my rage. What an absolute fucking waste. Poor babies.