Meet Jasmine, she has lived with our chickens for years. Eats with them from the feeder, lays in the shade among her feathered friends, even raises her babies next to the coop. Jasmine isn’t stupid, she’s found a little piece of heaven in the brutal desert heat where mist systems and fans keep her comfortable.
At night when the chickens are confined, Jasmine has her own evening agenda, like eating/destroying all my plants around the barn, or digging giant holes… sometimes both. Oh well, there’s a trouble maker in every flock right? Mine just has big ears and a cotton tail.