Really, fell asleep without closing up the chicken coup. Dumb dumb dumb. Wake up at two thirty, go out, can't find them. Traps are set, but no coons, no chickens to be seen in the coup either for that matter. Sleeping restlessly, dreaming of chickens. Can't sleep, wake up, go and sit outside and I hear one of those chickens in a death screech. Grab the flashlight and a twenty two but don't see anything to shoot at. Eventually back to bed, those damn chickens rolling through my head. Then I get woken up by the chucking of a chicken under my bed, and I realize I am not dreaming. Sure enough, one of those new black chickens has wondered over to the safety under my bed. I think I'll put it in the bathroom for now so it won't keep me up. It will probably hide behind the toilet and I'll forget about it and it will refreak me in a few hours.
Pieter Los, born in Scotland, raised in the Netherlands, lost in the USA. .