Scarlet

I had just come downstairs after a bath, when I saw Rogo streaking across the field with a couple of buffs in tow. A second later a thin Labrador cross bounced into view, and I couldn't quite believe another bloody dog had found its way into the enclosures.
I had already put all of the ducks and turkeys into their houses, so only the hens were at risk, so with a heavy heart, I galloped outside with a snatched up broom only to find the dog clambering up the broken church wall into the Graveyard. The hens were milling around fraught and loud. but I could only see one body lying in the grass outside the enclosures
The victim wasn't one of the slow buffs or indeed Rogo or Stanley, who had run forward to face the intruder, it was the nervous pure breed excelsior Leghorn Scarlet that had been caught and bitten through the neck and back.
Touch wood, I have never had a fox attack as yet, but this is the third dog attack I have experienced in two years! so I was pissed off, big style....I checked around the field and checked on the other hens and pigs, all seemed ok, and I was pleased to find the new young hens crouched together in the long grass with Stanley clucking over them, all of them untouched but very frightened!
I then turned my attention to the dog, but somehow it had got out of the Churchyard,which was strange as the church gates were shut, I debated driving around the village to see if it was around but couldn't be bothered.
It is not the animal I am angry at, but the bloody owners who let the bloody thing run free