When Penelope went missing last year, I felt a little silly putting up "Lost Chicken" signs. We now know that she was probably eaten by the raccoon that ate Beatrice a few months ago. After the purchase of a ridiculously enormous (I mean, you could fit a labrador retriever in this thing) live trap, the raccoon was nabbed and forcibly relocated several miles from our house.
Last night as I was lying in bed I heard the coyotes howling. There are quite a few neighborhood dogs that can raise a ruckus, but the coyotes have a very distinctive yodeling howl. It's both fascinatingly beautiful and frankly a little bit scary. They could be celebrating a summer night, or coordinating a hunt.
I fear that I saw the face of their quarry on the stop sign at the end of our street. I will keep my eyes peeled, and I always have rope in the back of my car to gather up wayward animals. But I don't hold out much hope for poor Hans.
In happier news, that soup sure was tasty.
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Eggs laid in the coop today: 1 (henrietta)
Eggs found in the woods today: 0 (wily ursula is up to her antics)
3 comments:
sadly I haven't seen Hans.
What's the recipe for that soup?
It looks refreshing....
The soup is one of Charlie's invented concoctions..... It's part chicken noodle soup, part tom ka gai. I will try to figure out what he did, since I've been meaning to start up a recipe entry once a week or so.
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