Friday 0500 a.m., Saturday 0500 a.m., Sunday 0500 a.m., Monday 0400 and 0504 a.m. are the times the fox tries to murder a chicken outside my bedroom window. Those are the times I have to get up, get dressed, go downstairs, put on my mud boots, and march out to the chicken coop. Always on the hour I was beginning to wonder if this fox doesn't wear a wrist watch or maybe an ankle watch. As I type this with bleary, blood-shot eyes I wonder how and of equal importance when this reign of terror will end.
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