This was a hard weekend for the farm. It has been extremely hot. Chickens do not do well with heat. Having a dog like a Grand Pyrenees can be hard, also. They are used to cold weather. They have a heavy coat of fur. Saturday, I found our dog in the field. I called to him. I thought he did not hear me. That happens. No movement. I go closer. I realize he is not breathing. I had to dig a hole, before the big rain. I was going to pass out from the heat. I managed to bury our friendly giant. Now we have no watchdog. The chickens are sitting ducks for prey. There are 3 of those left, ducks. I purchased some devices that I hope can scare predators away. If we lose these chickens, farm life may be over. I really hate that. Getting a new dog like a farm dog is not that easy. If you go to a rescue, they want more information than we provided for our children's adoptions. Buy one would set us back.
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