Saturday, August 19, 2006

Yesterday morning tragedy struck. A chicken was sacrificed and left for dead at the bottom of our porch steps. After some investigation we concluded Woody got too carried away with his "Love" for other animals. The chicken wasnt eaten at all and he did bring it to the front porch. He has half of his bird instincts correct. He just needs to figure out the difference between pheasant, geese and chickens. By late afternoon we knew for sure it was Woody. I looked out the window of the house after hearing lots of clucking going on and I saw Woody chasing after the big rooster. He had it pinned to the ground when I caught him. I yelled at him to "leave it" and he did. Which was amazing too. I did have to call his name and say the command a few times but he did comply. The rooster quickly clucked, ran and hid.

Our Three year old asked "are you sure the chicken is dead" as she is looking at it eye to eye. So close to it she is almost be nose to beak. Or what would have been a beak if its head wasnt twisted off and lying underneath the hen. She then went on to say "I think it's just sleeping." I said no it is definately dead. She said"WHY" and I said" because the hens head is twisted off". She said "oh" and went on about her business.

Grandpap arrived into Watertown and we went shopping for a new shower and supplies to change out the tub and all the plumbing associated with the shower. Once back at the "R" or (Our) Ranch Asa, grandpap and the girls went to the pond to check the trap. The trap was completely empty, no fish or animals. This has happened twice now and Asa cant believe how clever raccoons can be. However, while they were out by the pond they ran into a flock of about 40 turkeys. Asa was so excited. Hunting season is just around the corner. Asa also showed grandpap the cut hay fields. We at least200 hundred big bales of hay. Too many to count. Grandpap was amazed.

After dinner Asa, our 3 year old and I went to the drive right down the road. We saw Barnyard. It was a very fitting movie. Except now our 3 year old is terrified of Coyotes which you can hear at night hear at the Ranch. We told her Woody is like Otis and will take care of those Coyotes.

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