Thursday, July 9, 2015

Rescue by Bucket Handle

It isn’t even 10:00 in the morning and I’m flat out exhausted.  Rescuing oneself from a predator proof pen will do that to a person.  Yes, I managed to shut myself in a chicken coop. 

This is the coop.  It is 4' wide and 8' tall with the tall wall being over 5' high.  Where there are no walls, we have chicken wire.

We used to have a safety cord on the latch but that fell off and was not replaced.  The latch is also fussy.  We have to shut the door jjjuuuussst right (hold your mouth right too) to get it to shut properly and stay shut.  If you are in a hurry and just carelessly let the door slam on your way out, it will bounce open and the Swedes will run around the yard trilling with glee.

These are Swedes, aka Swedish Flower Hens. 

SFH eye candy

 Awesome chickens, you should get some!  

But this tale isn’t about the chickens.  No, it is about the woman who stepped into the pen and heard the door softly snick right behind her. 

You know that little frisson of fear that runs up your spine?  I had that.

It wasn’t even 8:30 in the morning yet.  I knew full well my lazy summer vacation teens and preteens wouldn’t bother to notice I was gone until about noon when they got really hungry from sleeping and reading and playing computer games.

So I did what any sensible person would do.  I tried yelling.  The chickens all squawked and ran for their lives.  A neighbor pulled out and left his driveway but I couldn’t see over the coop wall.  So I climbed the coop wall and yelled again but that was ineffective because the neighbors are evidently used to random noises coming from our property. 

This could go on all day and all night!  

I looked around; nope this derrière is not fitting through the chicken door.  Tried forcing the wire apart for my hand and arm to fit through; nope, while I am amazing in many aspects, being elastic-girl is not my power.  

So I looked, and I mean really looked and considered any possible use for the few things inside the coop.  There was a feeder, screwed to the wall, a roost, also screwed to the coop, an egg box and a bucket.

Aha!  The bucket had a handle!  I could remove the handle and slide it through the slit in the door panel and unlatch the door.  

Easier said than done.  

You know those buckets with handles that just fall off?  Yeah, this wasn’t one of those.  I put my foot on the bucket and pried.  I pulled, I smashed a finger, then I gave up and tried yelling again.  Yelling wasn’t going to work so I eyeballed the bucket to see if I was stronger than the plastic around that handle.  I pried and pulled and pried and pulled, finally making some progress and applied more muscle. 

I win.

Now to bend the handle.  This isn’t too hard.  Turns out bending metal is one of my super powers.

I win again.
A re-enactment of bucket handle vs latch

Except for the busted knuckle and being a little thirsty, I’m good.  Spent all of 10 minutes inside that coop which didn’t turn out too bad for a morning escapade. 

I go inside to chew out the children for not hearing me and the 13 yr old looks at me like I’m nuts.  “I just woke up!”  She says this like it’s an excuse.

All in all, after finishing predator proofing the gate into the juvenile pen and severely smashing my forefinger, then rescuing myself from the Swede’s coop, I’ve had a busy morning.  And the chores aren’t even done yet!

PS.  This could have been a far different story had there been no bucket in the coop and it were 109 outside instead of 68 degrees.  Always keep safeties on your coop latches!

The bucket handle of the day award goes here!

Friday, September 19, 2014

Dina the Orpington Houdini

This story doesn't really have a moral except that it's okay to be different.  English Orpington's are known for their in-ability to get off the ground.  According to the experts, a two-foot fence is enough to foil the most intrepid explorer.  Since we anticipate having birds that defy expectations, we built our beautiful enclosure with 4' fencing. For a long time we thought she was digging holes and rolling out under the coop.  I had to stalk her for several mornings to catch the action.  Have to confess that I laughed.  Never did I expect to see such a heavy bodied gal take flight. We can't decide whether we are delighted or dismayed by Dina's diligence in escaping - every single day!

Once upon a time there was a young girl chicken that didn’t care if all the other chickens were clamoring after the morning treat.

 While they were busy looking for the best things to eat, she was busy looking for an escape. 

The first step to any escape is to run about with great speed and no clear direction.  This fools the humans so they don’t know which part of the fence will be conquered.  Here, she is running so fast that her feathers have blown to the sides.  (Not really, I just have no other explanation for this feather pattern).

If she catches sight of you watching her, she’ll go stand against the fence and pretend nothing spectacular is about to happen.  She’s humble that way.

Then when she thinks you are not looking she’ll take a flying leap – to the top of the gate!  After that, the whole world (and my flower beds) is hers for the taking.

The rest of the chickens are all “ooooh, aaaaah….”  And “Did you see that?”  “Can you believe what Dina (feminine diminutive form of Houdini) keeps doing? She did that yesterday too!”

One especially spiteful gal whispered in my ear 
“Doesn’t she know she’s too big to fly?  When is someone going to tell that girl she has a big hind-end and that lead bottoms don’t fly?”

Personally, I think little miss spiteful is jealous.


Usually the boys are too busy eating to care.

Every now and then one of her brothers will get the idea that he can fly too.  He’ll gear up with great speed.  Then with a flying leap he’ll WHACK!!  Hit the fence two feet from the ground.

Everyone laughs.

At night, Dina the fence queen, puts herself back in and goes to sleep with her family.

2014 Orpington Lane, Evening, CA  

Monday, May 5, 2014

As it approached midnight and I sat blow-drying a stinking half-fermented chicken, I started to wonder if this was getting personal.  Did this crazy chicken have it out for me?  I could imagine her devious little brain plotting away.  Then I decided that she wasn’t devious so much as she was silly and unsatisfied. 

Here is her story:

Once upon a time in the land of plenty there was a little chicken who just would not be satisfied.

If you made her a roost up high, she would roost up higher, on the light.

If you were filling the feeder, she would run to the feed bin and gorge while you were busy.  Then when the lid was on the feed bin, she’d run over and gobble from the feeder.  Dissatisfied little chicken was always convinced the other chickens were getting better feed.  It didn’t make her feel happy at all to know that someone else was getting bigger corn or taller wheat grass.

If you made her a nice egg box, she would go lay her eggs in the bushes.

She just couldn’t be satisfied with what the people gave her.

One day the people filled the feeder with fermented feed and carefully snapped the lid back on the container.  Little chicken was watching and scheming.

It took some work but she got the lid off and had complete access to about 40 gallons of feed. 

It was wonderful.

Until she stepped in it and it sucked in her foot.  She beat and fought only to have it suck in her other foot too.

She squawked and hollered but the people were gone. So she decided to eat. She ate and ate, inviting all her friends to eat too.  Eventually she was no longer hungry and her friends had moved on to roost in the coop.  Every time she moved she sank further so she panicked and struggled, throwing feed all over the chicken pen.  All the while sinking up to her neck where she could no longer move.   It was hard to breathe and soon she was coughing from choking and there was a rattle in her lungs.

It was cold.

Until the sun went down and it got even more cold.  This was a most unsatisfactory development!  Being up to your ears in food isn’t as pleasant as it sounds.

Much later a flashlight bobbed along, the man exclaimed and reached in the feed to rescue the poor unsatisfied chicken.  She was too week and cold to walk so she just flopped on the ground until he picked her up and delivered her stinking soggy mass to the person in the house.  

The soft person with the high voice stuck her in the bathtub and said mean things like


“OH you poor STINKING, half-dead chicken!”

“I’m not sure it’s worth saving a chicken that stinks this bad.”

And so on… it was most unkind of her.

Then the person was so rude as to remove her from under the warm water and begin running hot air.  The hot air ended up being rather nice as it moved under her feathers and warmed her body.  For an hour the busy human muttered and ran that hot air machine.  Little chicken moved once but was so full that her swollen crop made it difficult.  So she just kept her eyes shut and held still.  Finally, the unsatisfied chicken was wrapped up and the high voiced person laughed and called her a chicken burrito.  Really, most rude!

Eventually she was placed in her own little cage,all wrapped up (she still couldn’t stand or perch) and covered with the towel warmed by a hot pad.  Steam floated through the cage and it carried something that helped her breathe. 

It was peaceful and safe.  The dissatisfied little chicken slept.

The next morning she was breathing fine and most surely NOT satisfied with her cage and left a soggy thin-shelled egg to prove it.

It felt so good to run around with the other chickens and roll in the sun-warmed dirt.  Little chicken thought she might be satisfied for a while.  After all, the feeders were full and she still wasn’t hungry.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

What to Feed Your Chickens

We are still learning on the fly (PUN, giggles).  We don’t begin to know everything and highly recommend doing your own research.  Those of you that keep chickens, please comment on things you do, so that we can continue to learn.  Thank you!

How much should I budget for feed and what do I feed my chickens?

First let’s establish that we are discussing standard-sized egg-laying chickens, not bantams, chicks or broilers.  We are also discussing chickens with no special needs, not molting, brooding or healing from an injury. 
A Mille Fluer Leghorn Pullet.  She is
almost the perfect back yard chicken.
Nearly every day she'll lay a great big
whit(ish) colored egg and she only
weighs 6 lbs so she won't eat much.
That's a really good ROI for feed.

Time and again sources prove that the average adult hen will eat nearly a quarter pound of feed a day if she is kept in a caged environment.  Here is one source:   Our hens run around and we feed them kitchen scraps so I know they eat less than .25 lb a day.  For budgeting purposes though, we use that figure.

The average family of 5 people will need about 8 hens.  This will provide 6 -8 eggs a day in the summer and maybe 2 or 3 in the winter.  
Unless of course, there are lights in the coop.  But that’s a topic for another day.  
So 8 hens will eat 2lbs of food a day.  This means that a 50lb bag of feed will last 25 days.   

If your chickens are free range and supplemented with kitchen scraps, odds are high that you’ll manage a month on one bag.  We buy organic feed which is more than double the cost of non-organic.  Regular feed is $12 - $14 in our area.  Once you are past the initial investment, your eggs could cost you $14 a month.  

That’s pretty impressive, especially if you are getting 15 dozen eggs in that month!  Remember that home grown eggs will have a nutrition value that far surpasses store bought eggs, even if you choose not to use organic feed!  Besides, fresh eggs taste SOOOO good!

If you are the food-saving type, here is a great blog on how to keep your eggs all year long!
I highly recommend reading that blog page if you ever have too many eggs.

What kind of feed should you buy? 
Buy chicken food.  Not dog or cat food.  Chickens have special needs because they are doing a special thing when they lay eggs! 
Feed.  A complete layer pellet will have no less than 15% protein.  Soy protein works best – if GMO’s concern you –then hunt for GMO free, soy-based chicken feed.
Grit.  Chickens don’t have teeth.  They depend on stones in their digestive tract to grind up food.  If they free-range, they’ll find their own grit.  If they are penned up, make sure you supply grit in the form of sandy pebbles, store bought grit or real dirt, sand and weeds to play in.
 “The eggshell for each egg that your hen lays is about 95% calcium carbonate by dry weight.  In just one year’s time, the amount of calcium that a hen will put into her eggshells can equal 20 times the amount of calcium that is contained in her bones. That’s a lot of calcium. In order to stay healthy and produce strong egg shells, she needs to consume a steady supply of calcium.”  McMurray
You can see that calcium is important.  So if your feed does not have enough calcium, or you allow free range or feed lots of kitchen scraps, you will need to supplement.  Oyster shell is cheap and worth it.  Some people suggest feeding egg shells to chickens.  Never do this!  It teaches them that eggs are food.  Oops, you don’t want them eating YOUR breakfast!  More information on calcium:
Treats!  Chickens LOVE kitchen scraps.
The short list is what NOT to feed them.
1.     Avocados.  They kill chickens.
2.    Bananas.  They kill chickens too.
3.    Chicken.  Don’t encourage cannibalism. 
4.    Moldy food.  Not to worry, that odd grape, berry or tomato with mold on it is not the real problem.  The real problem is that 3 month old cheesecake you found in the back of the fridge.  Use your common sense—don’t feed that to animals that can get sick from it!  Chickens have very delicate respiratory systems.  If you don’t want your mouth near it, odds are high they don’t either. 
5.    Egg shells, already covered that.  Eggs, however are fine if they’re cooked and in other scraps.  Do not feed raw eggs.
6.    Milk products.   They can’t digest it.  Use real probiotics not yogurt.  (That will be a topic for another day).  Don’t worry about that little bit of cheese in the taco salad, just don’t pour milk in the feeder.
Another blog with more in-depth information about feeding chickens.

If you keep chickens, do you have a daily routine for feeding them scraps?  What do they love best?  Our chickens come running when they hear my voice - do yours?

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Late Night Chicken Calls

This morning I went to get the honey out of the bathroom. 

I know what you are thinking.  It goes something like this “There’s something strange going on at that house!”

Let me assure you – you are absolutely correct.

And it involves a chicken.

In the bathroom checking out her comb, I think her part is a little off.
Let me back up a few hours into yesterday.

I was out doing chores and a Buff Orpington (9 months-old so technically a pullet) is sitting in a bucket hoarding five eggs.  I finally move her aside and take the eggs.  In disgust, she gets up and leaves the bucket.  Whereupon I notice her back end is all scraggly like a long-haired lady fresh in from the rain.  An Orpington behind is supposed to look like this:

Now imagine wet and bedraggled.  No I did not take a picture.

Normally I would chase down a chicken that looked like that – after all, I love examining chicken vents.  (Sarcasm)

Lucky for me, I was late for parent-teacher conferences at school so I had to run off.

Later, much later, we were doing chores by flashlight when I saw that wet bum again.  

Still?  We don’t have any puddles.


What is that coming out of her hind end?  

I’m so green I had to run in the house and Google “my chicken’s vent is inside out.”

That was after making supper and feeding the baby twice.

So here it is 9:30 and I’m pretty upset.  It says here on all these technical sites that a well-cared for, young chicken rarely has this problem.   When it does happen, it’s from trying to pass too large of an egg, or uterus default from a calcium deficiency.  The midwife in me understands that kind of talk!

Now we feed our chickens an excellent, complete food, plus we supplement.  However, if they free range enough and don’t eat said food – a calcium deficiency is possible.

I’m woefully short on chicken tending skills but I understand the term “could be fatal.”

I mixed up a chicken cocktail for her to drink while I was researching how to fix this problem at home.  The cocktail was postpartum tea (it works on human uterus’) heavy on raspberry leaf (high calcium content), liquid dispersible vitamin/mineral mix to combat shock, raw apple cider vinegar to help fight infection, and liquid dispersible probiotics.  Looks like a liquid cure to me!

Google came up with many horrifically intimate instructions for reversing a prolapse.  I prefer non-invasive techniques so we decided to try those first.  Besides, this was thumb sized, not a monstrosity. 

Evidently honey will reduce swelling and fight infection.  First a hot bath to clean and relax the area.  We added a small amount of hibi-cleanse to the water.  

Then Nolan did like James Herriot in all his late night animal calls, and stripped to his shirt-sleeves and cap.  Thank goodness this didn’t require wellingtons for mucking about.

WHOAH!  It voluntarily went back in!  The cocktail must have scared her.  

We honeyed her bum for good measure.  Kept her warm and dark all night then put her in an isolation cage, also dark, to keep her from trying to lay any eggs. 

She might be fine.  Odds are high, according to Google, that this will be a repeat occurrence.  They recommend culling (removing from the flock) but we will withhold judgment. 

The Chicken Spa.  She never once fussed.  She must have known a honey rub was coming!

Meanwhile, I’ve put the honey back in the kitchen.

Links for those of you who need to know about chicken prolapse:

Friday, October 18, 2013

It's a Wonderful World - SOUP

 Don't you just love it when a recipe you invented turns out to be just what you wanted the first time around?  That's what happened here.

We were having that kind of night where the parents are rushed and the children naughty.  I was so overwhelmed that I left immediately when daddy got home from work.  The groceries wouldn't deliver themselves!  Our children had traumatized me anyway and I needed a break.  

Don’t even try and tell me you’ve never been there.

Toss in day four of a 5-day fever and there you have it.  I really needed to walk down the aisle with no helpers and lean on a cart.

I couldn’t think what to fix for supper – stuffed sinuses will do that – so I needed to hit the stores and just look at the food.  Inspiration waited for me in the vegetable aisle.  Yes, I went to town contagious.  Isn’t life great?  No choice really.  Just have to drag myself around, wipe down the carts and avoid talking to people.  

I know you've done that too, quit being so horrified.

When I got home daddy had restored a semblance of peace to the household.  Wow, do I ever love that man!  He has serious Daddy skills.  He had brought up music youtube videos of Israel "IZ" Kamakawiwo`ole. 

My 11-yr old set in and helped me chop veggies.  The baby tried singing along.  The 8 yr old started dancing so the baby was waving her arms and dancing along.  Quick tears stung my eyes as the exhaustion gave away to joy.

Out of that came this soup -

It’s a Wonderful World – SOUP

      Small qualifier here - I don't measure anything.  So these amounts are all approximate.  
      Use a 6 qt + pan
·         ½  a very large onion or 1 small one, diced
·         2 Tbsp chipotle olive oil
·         3 cloves garlic minced
·         ¼ tsp curry
·         Pinch of ginger
·         10 cups of chicken broth
·         4 cups of chopped raw butternut squash (I bought pre-prepped cubed and cut into smaller pieces because I was in a hurry)
·         4 med. Size Yukon gold potatoes chopped
·         4 carrots sliced
·         Salt
·         1 cup of quinoa
·         1 cup canned coconut milk (not cream)
·         2 cups snow peas cut into 1” pieces.  Not the big fat peas.  The skinny ones that are flat and have the hardest time making it past your mouth into the pan.
·         Optional – cilantro

Find this link

Listen to the song repeatedly.  Perhaps find some of his other music.  Dance with your spoon. It’s okay, the spoon doesn’t care if you miss a beat.

Toss the onion into a hot pan with the olive oil.  
This is a little extra brown because the batch I was intending to photograph - well I messed it up right off the bat.
I grabbed the balsamic vinegar not the olive oil!  Splashed about a Tbs on the onions.
Went - WOOPS!   Didn't feel like chopping more onions, so just went with it.
How I measure water, I like this old square mason jar
If you don’t have chipotle olive oil, use plain oil and add chipotle powder but go easy, you want the heat to be delicate.  Hot sauce can be added at the table for those addicted to the adrenaline rush of heat induced asphyxiation. 

Add the garlic.

When the onion becomes clear, add the curry and ginger.  Brown it with the onion/garlic.
Pour in the chicken broth.  Scrape all the brown off the bottom of the pan.  This is where the flavor is, so don’t neglect this step.  Also, if you get lazy here, odds are high it will burn and you’ll ruin your supper.

 Add all your veggies in one fell swoop (careful not to splash yourself, silly).
Salt as much as you think it would need.  I use a French grey rock salt and toss it in as my hand feels is right.  Now you try it.  Be careful!

Bring your veggies to a boil.  Back off heat, simmer until almost done.  Watch closely, this may be about 15 – 20 minutes -- depending on your heat and pan situation -- it could be as long as 45 minutes!  I sincerely hope not because you want SOME nutrition left in your veggies.

Admire your soup.  Isn’t this the most beautiful pot?  Just lovely and it gets better..

Just before the potatoes are done – by the way – Yukon Gold’s have a better nutrition structure than Irish whites so they won’t look done.  Test it with a spoon.  If it’s a tad underdone, now is the time –

Throw in the quinoa and give it a stir.  Isn’t it fun to toss things about in a kitchen?

The quinoa is your protein source.  You could add meat such as chicken or bacon but this is a lovely clean soup and doesn’t need meat.  Quinoa is gluten free and a complete protein with all the necessary amino acids.

Quinoa is done when you see the little white rings floating around the nucleus.  About 10 minutes of simmer.

You can see the Quinoa here; it is the little white circles.
Add the coconut milk.

Taste it.  Add salt here if necessary.  If it’s close, just put your salt grinder on the table.  What?  You use Morton’s?   FOR SHAME.  Get some good salt.  I like the Himalyan Pink salt in the grinder from (drumroll) COSTCO!

Do not allow the soup to return to a boil.

Just before placing on the table, add the snow peas.

Garnish with cilantro if you are of a mind.

Side note: I found Costco carries prepared butternut squash, ORGANIC for the same price as not prepped, not organic in other stores.  Enough said.

The pictures are not quite accurate because I made this the second time in a hurry.  Couldn't quite figure out what was wrong.  The soup was strangely disappointing.  I woke up in the wee hours of the morning and had an AHHA moment.  

Yes, these moments wake me up.  

I had forgotten the coconut milk!  
Don't forget the coconut milk.  That single ingredient transforms this soup from a nice vegetable soup into something extraordinary.  Enjoy!

Monday, September 30, 2013

Livestock Protection Dog

Looking through the picket fence
A People Petrifying Pup Lingers Laughing at the End of His Line  

A few days ago I noticed an oddity, unknown random kids coming down our street.  Two of these creatures were on bikes and one was pulling another on a street board of some sort while a fourth ran alongside.  

These kids were pushing 20.  Or else they were just really big, jaded 14 year-olds. 

Open windows are a beautiful thing.

Overheard from aforementioned kids,“Whoa (unrepeatable word) did you see that (unrepeatable word) dog in that yard?”

Kids all stop for a look.

Dog wakes up, shakes himself and charges; baying as if he were a demon-hound bent on tearing these roadside gawkers from limb to limb.
Chaos ensues with multiple shrieks of “RUN” and “Faster” being the general theme.

Until the dog reaches the end of his line and stops.  Just at the edge of the road.

Sweet at 3 months old
Let me tell you how we got here, to this place in life where we listened for screaming neighbors on a regular basis.

We got our son a dog who would grow to be a protector.  

We had a bear problem.  No joke, a rat terrier just wouldn’t cut it at our house.  

So, we get a Husky, Great Pyrenees cross.  The mom is 80lbs and the dad is 60.  

He isn’t supposed to top 80lbs with those genetics, right?  

Follow me down this rabbit trail to our 130lb behemoth named Kona.

Super sweet as a little guy.  Probably 30# here.

At one year old he is sweet and gentle, often knocking full grown men over with his tail.  When he stands up, which is often, he tops my husbands 6ft+.  

He has learned to protect and night after night he puts on his big boy bark and stomps the perimeter of our property letting the bears know that KONA is here.  

Our neighbors are relived he’s on the job too.  The bears make a giant detour around all our properties now.  

Hopefully he’s worth the chewed bicycle seats.  The only seat to survive in the entire block was the one stored in the attic of someone’s garage.  He didn’t just nibble either.  He ate the entire seat.   
All of them.
8 months

He also ate a queen size mattress cover from off the clothes line.  We hid the remnants before our neighbor noticed it was gone. Once he brought down remnants of a black negligee.  That was just too much.  We hid that too.

He also stole an entire chocolate cake from off her porch.  She said it stank because she burned it so it was okay.  She misses the Bundt pan though.  I was surprised he could swallow it.  Perhaps he didn’t and future archaeologists will find it buried with his other stash. 

A stash that includes things like outdoor furniture cushions, socks, blankets and miscellaneous tools. 

Even if I HAD a tendency to exaggerate, let me say right now – this is no exaggeration.  His puppy hood was fraught with embarrassment because he literally ate everything and anything. 

Due to feral dog and coyote packs running wild, Kona developed a passionate hate for other dogs.  He will hunt down and kill a coyote.  Our neighbors’ dogs were safe because they were there before him.  He’d run through the yard, doing his protection rounds and the little neighbor dogs would attack, hanging fiercely onto Kona’s belly fur until they were drug out into the woods.  This happened multiple times every day until the old one died of sheer exhaustion.

Walking my husband to work (the snow plow in this instance)
He’s pretty incredible really.  He can run 22 mph while jumping forest brush and stumps, pacing us the entire mile UP to the main road.  He’s partnered with the cat and hunts down wood rats in old brush piles.  He herds the children – this was actually tough for our 6 yr-old.  And best of all protects his people.  When uninvited guests come down our road, he sits in the middle of it and barks.  Most people would generally just back up – not bother to turn around –the entire 500 feet up to the next parking area. 

No one ever breaks into our house.

We became the livestock worth protecting to our genetically coded livestock protection dog (LPD).

At one year and over 6 feet tall, roughly 130 lbs.  Don't mess with this dog.  He's serious about protecting his peeps.
Would classify him in the 'doesn't share well' category.
Enter a major move from the mountains to the valley where he is suddenly a liability.  We had to put him on a run because we didn’t expect our new neighbors to understand the benefits of being adopted by an LPD.  

After all, there were no neighborhood bears threatening the children at dusk.  

Watching the flock.  He likes the Chickens
He does do a good job with our livestock, they all – including the 1.5lb free range rabbit – drink from his water dish, and he protects them from small predator animals like fox, coyote, raccoon and opossums. 

Before you all get wound up about a dog being tied, let me explain that he’s on a 100 foot run with a 20 ft lead.  This means he can go 20ft either direction for the entire length.  Many people with dogs don’t even have back yards 100 x 40 feet.  So he’s not hurting.  And neither are the people he charges.
True Story
An innocent, beyond middle-aged, heavy set woman is plodding down our street, strung behind two stodgy, Corgi looking crosses.  Her head is down, arms swinging as she tackles her constitutional exercise with a determination that shuts out any enjoyment of the outdoors.  Certainly her powers of observation are obstructed by her chuffing and wheezing. 

We are in the garden watching.  Just waiting.

The dog perks up.

Since the bears are scarce he has to settle for anything that crosses his path. 

He charges, baying once again like he’s out for blood, protecting his people from any perceived threat. 

130lbs of white fury is charging full tilt.

The woman throws up her hands, screams and drops her leads.  Not only has she lost her wits but her dogs are loose!

My husband takes off running to catch the dog by his collar before he can tear into one of these poor corgi- looking things which are headed straight for our dog.  They are yipping happily like they want to make friends with him!  They must be a singularly stupid variation of an ordinarily intelligent breed.

I’m moving my (really) late pregnancy body and yelling at the woman “Get your dogs, get your dogs!”

Kona hits the end of his line.
Our people petrifying pup
This dog is vicious.  Everyone wants to pet him.  It's a big mistake.  Don't get near our dog.  If you don't belong to him, he will attack you.  He loves his people and livestock to the point of complete devotion.  This is his genetics.  He's typical for an LPD.  If you have a small urban farm and you want to protect your livestock, an LPD could be the way to go.  Just do your research and realize that should you face such major life change as a move, these devoted creatures are impossible to re-home.  You are theirs, and theirs alone for life.
Taking care of his children even if it means sledding with them.