"Hey, Macy, run down and let the chickens out of the coop, will ya? In fact, go ahead and leave the chicken yard door open so they can wander around a little bit before we close them up for the night," I said at 5 this evening.
My thinking? The girls NEVER get out of the chicken yard these days. Some of the books talk about chicken farmers who choose to let their chickens out of the yard for a few hours late in the day - they get their ranging in, then trot themselves in to their roosts for the night. Our hens have always been good about returning to the roost. I miss our free-ranging days, so I'm happy to give the hens a few hours' freedom.
It's "a few hours" later. Mike and Macy just went down to lock the girls in for the night.
There are only two hens remaining.
The coyotes? They've just begun their victory howls in the surrounding fields.
I'm going to burn those darn books.
If anyone's keeping count, the tally for the 2008/2009 season is as follows:
Coyotes: 60 Smiling Dog: 3 Walkers: 2
....And then there were 2.
It's a cruel, cruel world on the farm.
Love and loathing from the farm,
Teri
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