Question: What do storms, chickens, wood chips, and tree
trucks have in common?
Answer: We are weak!!
Tuesday Afternoon:
Busy on the back porch planting peppers, herbs, and peas into egg cartons, Peter
came scurrying in from gathering eggs extremely disturbed. With tears beginning to form in his eyes, he
mumbled something about the chickens being locked out, trapped, and stuck. Seeing his demeanor was not typical for him, this
mother dropped what she was doing and quickly headed to the chicken coop with
him. Approaching the chicken coop, my
eyes fell on three chickens stacked one
on top of another within a small 4 ½ to 5 in gap between our side fence and the
coop.
Dead.
