The neighbors who live across the street run some sort of unusual business on their property. Within their fenced yard are several low-lying buildings, a sheep, a dog which is always chained up and barks at me whenever he sees me, and another dog, his compatriot, Freaky Weird Dog. (I don’t know why FWD outranks Chained Dog and gets two daily intervals of freedom). Every weekday morning three yellow delivery trucks load up chimney brushes and various other things here then drive off. Among the trucks and buildings run a flock of chickens.
This morning something was amiss. Locked inside the fenced area was the over-energetic English Setter from down the street. He was hunting chickens, and he was having the time of his life!
When he saw me he proudly trotted up to the fence with his last chicken kill in mouth. The first dead chicken lay neatly by the side of the driveway. The dog’s eyes were gleaming.
His fun notwithstanding, I thought my closest neighbor, the one with the chickens, should have my loyalty over this dog’s owners, so I sided with the chickens and rang their gate bell. No answer.
While I waited, one of the hens came madly flapping her wings, squawking and fleeing across the road. Another minute went by and still no answer. They have three bells at their gate, all labeled in Hungarian, so I wasn’t sure if I was ringing their house or some business across town, but I kept ringing. Meanwhile, another chicken bolted for its life in an explosion of clucking and feathers.
Imagining the carnage taking place just out of my sight around the corner, I abandoned the gate bells and tried to find a way to get the dog out. By then he was lining up for another kill, and it was clear that even if I found an opening in the fence, this dog was not about to leave. It was then I decided there was nothing to do, and I went home.
I don’t know how this story ends. The dog’s owners drove up a little bit later, but they couldn’t figure out how to get their dog out either. None of us could see how he got in. So I went home thinking about how much fun that dog managed to get himself into this morning and how much disaster those chickens managed to catch at the same time. I can’t wait to go back tomorrow morning and see how many of them are left!