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Something skeert my chicken

We heard a squawk late the other night and I went flying out to the henhouse (O, how many times?). That little cross in the window was missing and my hen was downstairs in the run sitting in her water bowl making distressed chicken noises.

Near as I can figure it, something punched its face through the window (there’s no glass or anything). Probably a fox, because a badger would have bulldozed the hutch over. It’s a tiny house; foxy probably poked her off the perch with his nose. Poor girl.

The rooster, naturally, slept through the whole thing.

December 17, 2024 — 5:34 pm
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