After seven straight days of work, back to the Homestead. Angel and I (we left the new pup at home) headed out for a walk to get reacquainted. We discovered a dead mole. Found some bear scat. Nice to be back on this wild Ridge.
And when we got home, Joni told me that one of our six free ranging chickens is gone. Sad news.
These chickens must be getting to be about the right size for whatever critter has decided to eat them. We do know that earlier this afternoon, all six were present and accounted for. Only five returned to their coop. If only I knew Chicken language so that they could tell me what happened.
Dark now. Tomorrow we shall look for forensic evidence. NCIS Concow style.