After the shooting stopped, I heard my grand daughter yelling, they are after the baby chicks. I grap my shotgun as I leave the deck, but as I get to the top of the runs she stops me. I got two of them before they got the chicks, but there are more of them, I need more bullets. I go to where she has 2 fox dead as a doorknobs. She is still after more bulets and wants me to trun the dogs loose. I try to slow her down with no luck. Darn why we give that girl a gun for her birthday. She shot 9 times and had hit these 2 five times. Good thing we didn't give her my M-1 carbine, she would still be shooting. We have created a monster that hates predators as much as I do. Well, at least the lessons at the police range taught her to hit what she shoots at. She said she thinks she hit one of the others for it yelped as she shot at it. Going to have to get that girl a case of shells now. Now if I can only get her brother to shoot like her, I can sit in my rocker and loft a day or two.