Aw, yes, Pinky the great huntress. The worst was the year she kept killing things bigger than herself.I was sure the next thing she'd kill would be a deer.

Last year was better because my BIL got fed up with the murders and put a bell on her. She is way less effective that way. But I agree, that was funny. This year I'm not watching her. My BIL is home while the rest of the family is in Scotland so he is stuck dealing with the mighty murderess.

Today had its' moment for hilarity too. Part of why I get so stressed with the chickens is that I've been afraid of birds all my life. These girls I'm used to and over the last year or two I've learned to pick them up and carry them, although I do NOT like it. So of course the last 2 nights I've had to get them in while it was pouring rain. Last night 2 of them went in and the third made me chase her for 20 minutes. Tonight I had to carry of all of them. The biggest and therefore the hardest for me to carry because I just know she's out to get me keep cycling her feet around and trying to flop her wings. So I barely survived that and by then I was completely soaked with rain pouring down my glasses. But it doesn't sound as funny as it really was.



I had some ice cream. Maybe that will make it all better? (My grandma firmly believed ice cream cures all ills .