I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
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Something got into the chicken coop last night and disemboweled one of the chickens. The monster half-dragged Camilla out from under the wire before he headed in his murderous way.
I heard a commotion around 10:30pm, and woke Eliot up to see what was going on. (I’m in charge of cleaning the bathrooms and making sure the kids have socks. Eliot is in charge of dealing with loud noises in the backyard in the middle of the night.)
He didn’t find anything, and went back to bed. I went back to checking coaching plans. The murderous beast went back to business — more quietly this time.
Poor chicken. That’s what Asa said when he found out after school the next day. Ruby was more interested in identifying the innards that had been left behind. “Is that a worm?” Chicken love is a more mature emotion, I guess.
Eliot borrowed a live trap from a friend, and he’s determined to protect the rest of the girls. He also made a second trap out of Asa’s science project. Asa was displeased despite his chicken love.
I’ll let you know what we catch. Betting odds are good for an opossum.
What’s making me happy: Memories of this post-race breakfast.
With this friend.
Running: Not one step. Still a bit sore.