Early morning. We had a freeze last night. Anything without protection bit the dust.
Mid-day. The lab, as usual, met today. A student, one who has a presentation Monday for a seminar course, went through her slides for us.
Late afternoon. My Mother's 'memorial' (aka gravestone) was put in place. My Father went to see it - he told me that it was beautiful. His voice sounded so sad.
Early evening. The person who bought the place next door put up a small chicken coop a few feet from the fence on the side of my property. He put two hens in there. I've been calling it 'dog TV' - my dogs were obsessed with it for a few days, but for the last few days had seemed to be used to the...clucking.
My dogs are bird dogs.
Tonight when I got home and let the dogs out, Annabelle and The Stan rushed to the fence. It seems that one of the hens had escaped the coop - and was racing back and forth along the fence.
Right along the fence.
And it was poking it's head through the wire (farm type fencing) every few squares.
Within seconds, literally, Annabelle had bitten the head off of the hen.
I now fully understand the expression 'running around like a chicken with it's head cut off'.
(I didn't need to fully understand that expression.)
Late evening. Far less dramatic, thank God.