60 pages. I'll go back in read but first.....came home and let the chickens out. They forage in the garden, in the raspberry patch - there are fences about 3/4 way around this field.
went in the house to change and heard a ruckus so bad I came flying out in my underwear. I stopped to put shoes on though to my regret. Chickens hysterical and everywhere. On top of the shed, on top of fences, in corners, up trees, totally scattered. I thought hawk, so kept looking up while I tried to get them together. Finally got them close enough in the run that I could count, came up one short.
Found a few feathers, then a few more. followed a trail but lost it. Spent an hour in the woods, up the road, etc. no sign. That was Grace, my sweet pratically rumpless black ee. She was a hefty girl, I don't see how a fox could have taken her but that is probably what it was. A dog would have likely just killed her and gone for more, right?
If I hadn't stopped for shoes....I might have gotten there in time.