The Third Blog of the Day

I know, it is very rare of me to blog three times in one day. But the day got odd after the last blog.

My throat is still sore from screaming. I heard the chickens making a horrible noise and dashed out to find a dog attacking them. They were in their coop, but the dog was throwing himself against the fence and dashing between the coops to try to kill each flock. I screamed and screamed and the dog charged me - but stopped, and then ran, and I chased the dog, screaming for it owner. (The chickens are fine, just tramautized.)

The dog ran to the old cemetery behind the coops, me screaming the whole time, and finally a voice came from the cemetary half-heartedly calling the dog.  I came awfully close to completely losing my temper at the woman who had let her dog out of her car and not noticed when it went after the chickens. She claimed she was too upset by the "bad anniversary" as she tended a grave and refused to give me her name. I told her I was calling the cops and got her license plate number. She finally got the dog and put it back in her car and continued to pick small weeds around a grave site.  (Someone who came by later thinks she identifies the woman as a person dealing with a lot of sorrow and tragedy.)  But I do not see how that absolves her of the responsibility of controlling her dog. It may excuse her for the things she said to me, but not neglecting the gods damn dog. It looked like a cross between a black husky and a corgi. The  fence we had put between us and the cemetery was useless since the dog just jumped it. And through all this the hens and roosters are making more noise than you can imagine and she just ignored it all. I am so mad. I wish the ACOs could issue tickets to people to ignore the West Tisbury leash laws. My only consolation is before the go attacked the chickens, it tore up the compost pit. Where Tom had rectnly dumped the contents of the fly traps. So one can only hope the dog was covered in nice, smelly maggots when she finally got it back in an overheated car. Idiots.

And we had called the cops, but that turned out to be right at the time a helicopter was going into the water off the island.  (Last I heard every one survived.) Our truly wonderful Animal Control Officer showed up later (her car had died)  (the woman and the dog had left, but she, or at least her car, had come back) and the ACO was going to go to the cemetary to speak to the dog owner. I can protect the chickens against hawks and racoons, dogs are different. Idiots don't know or don't care that a scared chicken can fly straight up and hit a beam and break its neck. The dog may not have laid a tooth on the chicken, but it is just as dead. We certainly expect egg laying to be off for a while. Idiots. 

Other wierd stuff happened (rumors of cheese making scandals) but I'm too mad still to blog about them.