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Long life

Freedom for my chickens! All it took was a man with a gun

Like the prisoners released from their dungeons at the end of Fidelio, they came blinking into the sunlight

26 July 2014

9:00 AM

26 July 2014

9:00 AM

If I haven’t mentioned my poultry for a while, it’s because the subject has been too depressing. I had been very fond of my ducks and chickens until the constant attacks on them by foxes began to harden my heart. I had protected them in every way I could, short of keeping them cooped up all the time; but as a fox kept on killing them all the same, I almost stopped caring.

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