Was just having a drink of coffee in my little shed before deciding which job to start first, when they was an almghty screeching. Sounded like a chick. Quite often they get a leg stuck in the mesh of the pen when scratching. Rushed out to see the "partial to chicks" tom cat running up the field clutching a half grown chick in his mouth.
OMG ...threw my cup down, and gave chase. Cat realised I was behind him, went through the gate on to the lane. I climbed the gate to save opening and closing it (sheep, goats and llama in field!) Up the lane we went, chick yelling for all its worth. Into neighbours big garden. No time for knocking on doors to ask permission to run round their wilderness of a garden! The advantage I had as the cat went among all the shrubs and bushes, was that the chick was still making a racket so I knew where he had gone - and I knew it was still alive. Through the undergrowth twice, across the lawn, on to the wall that adjoins our field, he ran up there, and then stopped to turn across the lawn again. I grabbed him and held on for dear life. Not sure if you have ever tried to extract a chicken from a vice like jaw of a cat, but they sure do grip tight. Forced his jaw open and snatched the chicken.
Phew ....that was a near shave. Had the cat gone in next doors field, the chick would be a gonner as thats a big field.
Looking at the pen, the chicks have scratched round the side, and made a hole big enough to get out of. Blocked it off with big stones as a temporary measure.
Thank goodness I was not at work.
Topic: The cat, a chick, and me ...... (Read 3877 times)
