Sometime after 2 am Friday night a most troubled shriek broke my sleep. In the time it took to situate my senses in the dark, to rush outside towards the back yard the deeds were done. By the thin light of my phone I fumbled but eventually found two slain bodies who earlier in the day had brought me a laugh. There on the ground rested in blood my hens. About them feathers strewn everywhere. Evidence of the violence they faced in their final seconds.
The flood of all emotions hit me right there…in the near dark as my wife came to join me in silence. The body of one of our hens we never found. The agile animal that hopped over six-foot fences surely dragged it off and made a meal of her.
Last night…another attack and another death. One more body I
Hen Delivered
My hens show me something new everyday. My dogs teach me stuff all the time. My kids hand me lesson constantly. My wife course corrects me full time. My friends make me wonder quite often. The interwebs gives me info I take in with a grain-of-salt.
You know…for a bloke that has been out of school for a long time I haven’t had a day when something fresh makes it into my grey matter.
Chicks Beware
BREAKING – Monrovia, CA Beware of a chick harassing feline handsomely dashing about town! He is known to fish for compliments, dishes out sarcasm and has illusions of grandeur. No one is safe!
Hungry Hens
Once upon a morning dreary, while I stirred, groggy and weary,
Reminding myself while still in bed of the day’s upcoming chores