Wife came home a bit frisky, kids were fed, entertaining themselves, likely had an hour or so of peace, and so it began…..or so I thought.

Kids count 9 chickens, we have 10. Clothes back on, adjust the shorts to hide the attentive equipment, grab the flashlight, and start searching for missing chicken. After a half hour of searching the backyard we gave up the search and turned to technology, footage says dogs chased her into a set of Azaleas, found the bird deeper than we saw on the first pass, sad day.

We are now comforting our oldest child, our primary chicken tender, through the loss of one of his birds. The younger two could care less, they may be sociopaths (like the killer dogs) who knows.

I got cockblocked by a damn dead chicken.

Hows your night going?