Now, I know some of you might not believe what I'm about to tell, but it is the truth, so help me! Saturday morning started out pretty much the same as any other Saturday morning- dog fed, chickens fed and let out, two steers, Oreo and T-bone fed the usual sweet feed and hay. My daughter, Tracie and I were having our coffee, talking over chores for the day, when I saw a chicken run by the kitchen window. Now, where is she going, I said to Tracie. I walked out onto the deck to see if our young, testosterone -ridden rooster was chasing her, when I hear Tracie behind me gasp, "Oh, God, the fox has our hen!" Have you ever tried to run in bedroom slippers and a housecoat that comes to your ankles? You don't get far. We're both screaming at that fox to PUT HER DOWN, GET OUTTA HERE!! Tracie started back in the house to get the gun when, all of a sudden, here come the cows, wide open, down through the pasture, dead after that fox. Tracie forgot about the gun, and took off after the cows. All I could do was stand there and watch, and gasp for breath. They all disappeared for a moment, then, miracle of miracles, I see the little hen, running free. When the hen saw Tracie, she practically flew into her arms. While I'm saying my "Thank you, God", here they come, walking this time, back to the house, Tracie, the hen, and our two guard cows. From the looks of the tracks, the cows slid into the fox, who dropped the hen. A happy ending to what could have been a sad story. The cows got an extra ration of sweet feed, and the dog, well I guess she didn't want to get involved. She was asleep on my bed the whole time.