The chicken is already gone. I cut it off the tree and wrapped it in a black garbage bag. My old co-worker Ty picked it up on his lunch break. He wants to practice gutting and cleaning a bird.
A raccoon, or was it a large rat(?) got into the coop last night and nearly ripped the leg off one of the chickens. After the kids left for school, Jarrod and Johnny(our overnight guest from Quilcene) walked out in the rain and snapped the injured chicken's neck. Following that, Jarrod took the big, wood handled axe and chopped it's head off. Then they wrapped twine around the chicken's feet and hung her from the apple tree over by the compost pile.
More rain, more sog. River tore apart the filthy white sofa bed yesterday. Another axe job. I walked into the garage and discovered him whacking away at it, then hanging from the rafter and kicking the arms of the couch, trying to separate them from body.
The newspaper came out today, like it does every Wednesday. The Help Wanted listings are about 5 vertical inches long.
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