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Hey Ralphie here is my Ayers pear harvest .
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We’re loading the camper this morning. On and off I hear the egg song. Dog loaded up on the truck. She won’t budge for fear of being left. I go down to the coop to collect my eggs.

Predator call. Fox forced through hard ware cloth popped nails. Professional job. 3 dead birds. Lucy -my big glorious blrw, my bo pullet, and my dom rooster. Heads ripped right off.

2 1/2 hours later after repairs to my run. We are in the road. I don’t want to go though, now.


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We’re loading the camper this morning. On and off I hear the egg song. Dog loaded up on the truck. She won’t budge for fear of being left. I go down to the coop to collect my eggs.

Predator call. Fox forced through hard ware cloth popped nails. Professional job. 3 dead birds. Lucy -my big glorious blrw, my bo pullet, and my dom rooster. Heads ripped right off.

2 1/2 hours later after repairs to my run. We are in the road. I don’t want to go though, now.


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Oh BC I’m sorry to hear this!
 
We’re loading the camper this morning. On and off I hear the egg song. Dog loaded up on the truck. She won’t budge for fear of being left. I go down to the coop to collect my eggs.

Predator call. Fox forced through hard ware cloth popped nails. Professional job. 3 dead birds. Lucy -my big glorious blrw, my bo pullet, and my dom rooster. Heads ripped right off.

2 1/2 hours later after repairs to my run. We are in the road. I don’t want to go though, now.


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Dang, BC! Not the best way to start your camping trip!
 

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