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A Well Run Life

Jul 29, 2017

If the Chickens had a Mafia, this is how I imagined they would settle old scores.

Upon returning from a trip out of town, I walked on to Grace Farms.

There, I found all my girls- who I raised from baby Chicks - scattered in various poses of death and dismemberment.

I am vexed.

I built a Chicken Cathedral.

A good home, safe from any reasonable predator. But, clearly the neighbor houses an animal member of ISIS who hunts young chicks on my farm.

I have been reminded that this is the natural order of things. The predator was just looking to survive.

 I have been told it is not personal.