Jan came back from her walk with the dogs this afternoon shaking and generally in a bit of a state. Whilst they were out in the countryside, Max had disappeared for a short time and then turned up with a chicken in his mouth. He was rather proud of his effort but Jan, a pacifist, was not. He killed the chicken. Jan was not a happy bunny (but then neither was the chicken) and it took some time to get Max back on a lead so that she could examine the beheaded, ex-poulet. Jan said that it might have died of fright until I pointed out that with a missing head it was probably a bit more decisive than that.
We composed a short note to the suspected owner and went round to drop it in his postbox. I say suspected because we couldn't be absolutely certain where Max had found the chicken but we had our suspicion.
Next step was to visit the Mairie to see William and explain what had happened. He found it very amusing and said that in the past his dog had killed several chickens and that it had cost him quite a bit in compensation. Thanks Max.
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