Damn Dog

No not my dog but a neighborhood dog. I came home from a long day of field sitting and then a bit of time with the beads ladies to see this dog running away with a chick in its mouth. I exclaimed with surprise and the kids were like “what in the world is she doing” (I can just tell from their weird looks in my direction). I rushed to set my stuff down and went back outside to see if the dog was gone. I had mixed emotion about what I saw and what to do next but the kids had effectively stopped the dog from hurting the chick too much and it had ran away. Now there is a hurt baby chick in the grass. I had no idea what to do but Jemima was picking it up and was not being very careful. The chick was freakin out, I mean I would be too if in the first few days of my life I was picked up and carried from my mom and played with by an animal that was planning on eating me. The bad part was that I had no idea where it had come from and it had incurred a head injury.  So now what? I had these kids holding a bleeding hurt baby chick and no idea what was the normal thing to do so I do the normal thing for me. I rushed into the house and grabbed some water cloth and a box from my room.  I proceeded to wash off the dirt and little bit of blood then wrapped it up and put it in the box. This whole time Rachel was watching and rolling her eyes at me but I think its worth it.  What kind of example would I have set if I did nothing and just let the chick probably get eaten by the dog that would have come back tonight. I think the kids need to see somebody actually take care of an animal rather than tossing it some food for a while before killing and eating it.  This is why there is a baby chicken in a box, in my room tonight. I hope the dog did not hurt it too badly and it survives. I don’t know how to take care of a chick but hopefully I get to learn.