Still loving her! Things have been quite hectic around here. We have had our 50 chicks for Lane's egg business about 2 weeks. The dogs were with us from the beginning with those. Lucky rode with us to the post office to pick them up. She has a sensitive nose and she thought that smelly, peeping box was the oddest thing ever. She was very inquisitive. When we got home we put them in a bottomless wire cage on the grass. The dogs were all watching intently as Lane and Ethan dipped all their beaks and built a perch complex for them out of scrap wood. :) Lucky could sit and watch them for hours. She definitely thinks they're cute. I'm sure she'd think them tasty, too, but I like to have her thinking they're cute also. She follows us out when we check on them about 5 times a day.
Our turkey poults have been here a little over a week. We have about 50 BBW & BBBs. We followed the same protocol with them as we did with the chicks. We always ask the dogs to come with us when caring for the young poultry. That is how they will learn that these odd creatures belong here and belong to *us*. I had one poult die and laid it on the floor. Lucky came along and picked it up. I winced, thinking that letting her eat it might not be a wise decision.
I think that the decision to let a dog help butcher poultry or eat dead poultry should be a case-by-case decision. In some dogs it will spark a desire to kill and eat them. Other dogs seem to pick up very quickly on what is already dead and what is alive and under their care.
I made a split-second decision to let Lucky eat it. I suppose I based this on her looking at the chicks intently and thinking they were cute. When Meg (former female dog) would look at chicks, she would salivate. I know she wasn't thinking "cute". :) Lucky would still like to play with them, but her intent toward them seems nurturing.
So anyway... I let her eat the dead one. Took her a few minutes. About half an hour later we went out again and I let a live poult run around on the floor with only Lucky in the room. (I let it go where she didn't see me put it down--so she just "happened" to find it.) Lucky saw it and lunged. I "aancked" loudly. At the same moment I "aancked", I saw a light bulb go on as she realized that this one was alive. She began walking along side it and licking it and laid down next to it and nuzzled it! Good girl! I have done this same exercise a couple other times since them.