“BAAAAD, BAAAAD DOG!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!” I almost didn’t want to set foot into our farmyard. I knew exactly what had happened. I took a deep breath, looked out the window, and saw nothing – they were out of view. Curiosity, however, won the better of my judgment and out I went, peeking around the corner of the smoke house. There was Scott, wrestling with Bear, our formerly all-white Anatolian Shepherd dog.  He was angrily reprimanding the blood-covered dog, with one hand firmly holding him by the collar and the other wearily yielding a formerly living adult hen, now dangling by … Continue reading The Chicken Necklace*