If losing my good old dog weren’t enough, my beloved pet hens are now all dead. We had a break in and murder early Friday morning in their cozy coop. I can still hardly breathe it was so awful. They trusted me to keep them safe and I didn’t. The trouble with living outloud is that I have to tell you this, even though I’d rather not. All eight of them were brutally killed by a marten. I loved those silly birds. They brought such joy to our lives.
