I opened the hen house door to a troubling sight. There were a lot of feathers and, in the corner of the hen house, a dead hen ?- Red, one of our ?adopted? hens. Her neck had been partially chewed off. In the same corner was a hole gnawed through the flooring. Whatever critter it was that had killed Red had tried to pull the body through the hole.The other hens were quiet. It had no doubt been a harrowing ...

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