It wasn't a wild dog or neighbor dog or coyote, it was MOJO who has for three days been pawing under the fence to check over the scraps in the chicken yard (several days ago I did throw out three chicken leg bones). I caught him this cold afternoon and luckily got my coat on fast enough to catch two chickens taking the opportunity to escape. For three days I have had to round up chickens and then fix the fence - Mojo and Mr. Lee looking on (and probably laughing). Mojo knows he's in the dog house. What a long sad face a hound dog can make.
Road up date: Robin cautioned that the road was too soft to use. So who comes down just minutes ago? The UPS man! He was worried that he wouldn't make it out, but he did! But now there are new ruts in the soft mud.
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