It’s a dog-eat-chicken world

My family really enjoys its fresh eggs, not to mention the entertainment factor from having a few chickens around. But by default, we do play it fast and loose, considering we also have 32 sled dogs within 50 yards of the hen house. Every once in a while, a free-ranging dog homes in on a free-ranging chicken, with the typical result being a very contented canine, on the one hand, and a pile of feathers on the other.

Yesterday, our most ferocious and unrepentant chicken killer, Adidas, bolted from the dog yard while our hens were out munching on grass and bugs (which makes their yolks turn the richest shade of yellow). For some reason, the stitching on Adidas’ collar gave out at that moment, and she ran over to the house.