You see, every so often a man comes upon a crossroad, and has to make the decision as to which way he thinks is best. Sure, one way may appear to be better, but “appearances” ain’t always the best indicator.
Yup, I’m babysitting a French bulldog, for whom I have ZERO attachment. Said animal busted out the door like a convict thru an open door and proceeded to seriously wound one of my chickens. Feathers everywhere and a bloody girl we’re now doctoring(well, Michelle is.). If she can’t be fixed, well, circle of life shit, ya know.
My crossroad ya see is this, if I find the animal that hurts/kills my livestock, they won’t generally do it a second time, especially if I witness the event. One road takes me down a path of problem solved! That same road sets me up for a rash of chit with the owner!
The other road(the well paved wise one), leaves me with certain hatred for said animal. Yes, it’s just a chicken, you may say, but my girls don’t fear dogs because we have one. So they are easy prey! Plus, they’re my family! Ya just don’t mess with my family! Period!
Im pouring a medicinal concoction in hopes it “shows me the way”. In the meantime, one can dream, right?!
Floyd T