and screamed at me, “There’s something killing the chickens!”
I, and my mighty piddling Aussie, went dashing out in the frigid night. I ran down to the chicken coop, threw open the window in their luxury apartment, and they cooed at me as if to say, “What are you doing here?” Meanwhile, I’m hearing what’s listed in this video as the Vixen’s Scream. It was pretty awesome and not a little unnerving. I will mention that it wasn’t my husband who went dashing out into the night to face what might have been the Chupacabra… No, it was us intrepid girls.
Oh, that’s right! Sedona stopped at the top of the driveway down to the barn, then turned around and retreated to the house. I was just me down there with those chickens!