I went to let my hens out this morning and instead of seeing two of my little sweethearts, only one greeted me. The late Ruben's old lady Missy didn't make it back into the coop last night. It means only one thing. She's in the belly of some animal. How the hell can anyone eat a chicken? She was a wonderful friend. The last remaining chicken, Cinnamon, has always gone into a state of hysteria whenever she lost sight of Missy. This is going to be hard on her. Tenderhearted Mrs D.O.M. said I should just snap Cinnamon's neck to put her out of her misery.
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