Last night I slept with the windows open. At 3:18 a.m. I was awakened by an unfamiliar sound. I listened to a chorus of barking and yelping from the north and east. This barking wasn't from any neighborhood dogs. These were coyotes howling. Wow. I haven't heard coyotes at night from my house ever before. Not as haunting as wolves, coyotes sound pretty awesome at night until I realized my chicken, Kelly, is still out there on walkabout. She's outside, alone, and on her own. Chickens have small brains. I doubt Kelly even remembers this place where she has lived for three years. My neighbor reported seeing a fox leaving my yard on Sunday morning. I hope Kelly is still out there and will come home. This is possible. But if not, I hope the end came swift and quick. D :
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