Decided that all my brave talk about self sufficiency lifestyles would involve more that the odd dead bird to deal with so I plucked (boom, boom!) up the courage to go and sort it all out. The kids were adamant they wanted to see so having checked it was not a total bloodbath (and as they could see everything out of the lounge window and were trying so my only other option was to lock them in their bedrooms (which would have neccessitated installing locks on their bedrooms first anyway!) I let them. I warned them it was not pretty but in the same was as seeing Malice’s body was good closure for them I thought this would be the right thing to do.
Scarlett was morbidly interested and remains very unemotional about the whole thing. Davies looked, asked a few questions and retired to his room for a while to compose himself. We’ve looked at the pictures of Feathers from hatch point to this weekend and he’s ok again now. In the same way as they dealt with Malice by talking about it a lot and still including her as one of our pets even a year on I imagine there will be much talk of Feathers for a while to come. Let’s hope it isn’t the start of the ritual picking off of all of them one by one though…
I put the body in 3 carrier bags and it’s to one side for Ady to deal with – the kids want to bury it. I scrubbed out all the coop and the others are all back in there again. I think I’ve made it a bit more predator-proof too now, hope so.
And the whole eat it or not eat dilemma is out of my hands – there was nothing left of Feathers except it’s feathers…
very brave. very impressed. Hope the rest beat the living daylights out of any other invades!
Comment by t-bird — 03 July 2007 @ 12:46 pm
still really sad 🙁 well done for dealing with it all though.
Comment by Sarah — 03 July 2007 @ 12:49 pm
Well done, that can’t have been easy. Could you give D a hug for me.
Comment by Ali — 03 July 2007 @ 1:58 pm
I am seriously impressed. I just cannot be stoical about the thought of rats in the garden. yes, I know I’m never more than 2 metres from one, but I’ve convinced myself that is 2 metres straight down in the sewers, and that’s what I want to continue believing. I am always checking under the GP hutch to makes sure nothing is lurking there, and obsessive about cleaning up any food outside, but I still really hate the thought. Did you have them around before the chicks, or is it the chicks that are attracting them? Anyway, hope a large glass of wine helped settle the nerves.
Comment by Joyce — 03 July 2007 @ 9:18 pm
commented earlier? weird?
Sorry about Feathers Nic 🙁
Comment by layla — 03 July 2007 @ 9:23 pm