These two coonhounds burst through their invisble fence after some unseen creature the other evening. While they were on their moonlight hunt, something made off with five of my eight chickens. I couldn't find a feather or animal print out of place. It appears like the ladies just up and left.
If ever you think dogs aren't doing anything, they are indeed quite busy. If you ever curse their midnight howls and doubt the predators they are alerting to. Well, perhaps there really is something out there. Won't it be something to hear and see and smell all the things a coon hound does.
The homestead seems lonely without our gaggle of girls scratching about. Casey has already mentioned getting more.
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