Ms. Dementia-our slightly arrested development buff orpington-was murdered on Friday by a Raccoon around 4:00, just moments before I came down the driveway. I was supposed to be meeting a life insurance person at 4:00 and I was running late. I was really amazed at how well she handled my sobbing and rocking a dead chicken while she explained my benefits. Anyway, Abigail-her protector, was frantic the rest of the evening. I got up twice during the night to talk to them but they were more interested in sleeping, so I just sat their in my jams and cried. Sort of sad, she had finally matured and was actually laying eggs.
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