Lost a second chicken several weeks ago and decided to relocate the scant remainder of the flock to safer ground (ie. the Folk's flock out in the suburbs). This time I believe the likely night-time predator was the infamous drunk crack head. In the face of it I suppose the only thing to do was joke, positively, with the neighbors while moving the coop in the morning. My housemate sent me a great visual journal of a chicken's life growing up to keep my spirits up.
What's the next step? Goats with BIG HORNS to populate the chicken lot. The problem is that I won't be around long and I am going to have to involve the neighbors into this really big responsibility...
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