Grandma and I Save Blanco’s Life!

This happened in the evening of Christmas Eve.  My grandma and I were feeding the animals outside.  It was quite cold and the snow was pretty deep, maybe six to eight inches.  We were almost finished and my grandma told me to go back in the house when I was done feeding the two Pomeranians in their lot.  I told her I would, so she went inside.

After I poured the food into their lot.  I heard a chicken hollering loudly.  I instinctively turned to where it was coming from and there was our White Leghorn rooster named Blanco getting chased and hurt by the dogs in the other lot.

I dropped the dog food bucket and sprinted to the dog lot and grabbed the old rake that was leaning against the lot.  I unlocked the dog lot and quickly ran to the Male Maltese dog who had his jaws on Blanco’s neck and was pinning her to the ground.  The Female Yorkshire was biting on his tail feathers.

I kicked her away and she whimpered and ran from me.  The Female Maltese did nothing except watch.  I struck the Male Maltese with the wooden handle end of the rake several times (not enough to severly hurt him though).   He whimpered some and then started growling at me because my foot was on his body and neck preventing him from doing any harm to Blanco.  I looked over to Blanco, he wasn’t breathing well and his eyes opened and closed a few times.  Then suddenly the Male Maltese started biting him again aggressively and Blanco started squawking terribly.  I pressed my foot again but harder next to that maltese.  Blanco quieted down, but I noticed he was bleeding some.

I attempted to grab him by his tail feathers, but he started squawking again and I jerked my hand back.  I hit that Maltese again with the handle of the rake.  Then I heard my grandma hollering at me.  She asked me what was wrong and I yelled back at her that one of the roosters was about to be killed by the dogs.  She came then as quick as she could.  She asked me which one it was and I told her it was the White Leghorn, she got mad quick and being on the outside of the lot, I gave her the rake.

Right then Blanco ran to the side where she was standing including the dog house that was inside the lot.  The Maltese and Yorkshire came running after him biting on him several times, but Grandma struck the Maltese and Yorkshire quite hard which caused them to whimper and back off.  I shoved the dog house against them so they couldn’t get him.

Grandma immediately told me to grab Blanco’s tail feathers and give him to her.  I did as I was told.  Once I gave him to her, he was hollering and she let him go and he ran off and hid under the old blue Chevrolet truck at the side of the trailer.  I ran out and locked the dog lot.  I dashed to where Blanco hid.  I looked under the truck and there was Blanco, sitting and looking directly at me.  We went back inside.  About 30 minutes later, I went back out to see if he was still under the truck.  He wasn’t.  I got kind of worried, but Grandma told me he would be alright, he was just really scared.

The next morning she told me that she had seen him walking around near the storage buildings fine as ever.  I was instantly relieved.  Later on I went out to go see him.  I examined him; the blood was gone and he had lost quite a few feathers.  But as of right now, he is doing great and stays away from the dog lot where he nearly lost his life.

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Contributer Bio: I absolutely love chickens. I’ve been around them all my life. We have a lot. I have started naming the roosters. The one in this story is Blanco.

What kind of Chicken person am I: Rural Community – 25 Chickens or less

This post was submitted by Kana Ballard.