The Buckeye's carcass was nowhere to be seen, but there was a delay between when I heard the commotion and when I found the feathers. One of my cats or a raccoon could have dragged it off.
That must be one hungry hawk to go after such big chickens. They won't be going out again, ever!
Every day I wake up, I thank God for my simple country life in the middle of town.
Every day I wake up, I thank God for my simple country life in the middle of town.











