It was a wild week in Northcutt land.
After putting up with sick children and an out of town husband we treated Marla to a breakfast at Cibo in Sausalito. The lattes and donuts flowed freely. Cora enjoyed a play date with a friend from school and the Girl Scouts kept us hydrated and poodled.
The highlight – or lowlight, I suppose – was poor Obsidian being taken by a predator of some sorts. We forgot to close the coop doors for the night and I woke up at 3 am to squawking and flapping. As any good farmer would, I ran outside barefoot and in my underwear shouting, “Hya! Hya! Get out!” at the top of my lungs.
By the time I got to the top of the hill all that was left of Obsidian was a big pile of feathers. The other chickens had escaped unharmed but they knew something was up. It was a bit sad to see them walking around calling for the other chicken.
Alas, poor Obsidian. We did not know ye well.
forgot the k in knew
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