It was like something out of pet cemetary, my favorite hen and the only with a name, Peewee, showed up back at home after being carried off by a coyote 5 days ago. When I heard the commotion, I grabbed the rifle and ran outside. I saw the coyote running off with her in his mouth and gave chase. Hard to say exactly what happened next, we were deep in the woods, no neighbors for a mile, it ended up dropping her and turned to me, I shot it straight in the eye at quite a distant. Lucky shot, maybe, but I think it was the split second prayer, "Please, God, not Peewee". I had to do a double take, then a triple take when she showed up back at home. She is busted up, broken leg, looked very distraught. But now she is in the "infirmary" and eating, drinking, chirping happily at me.
Posted on: Fri, 30 Aug 2013 02:02:03 +0000
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