Friday, February 13, 2009

From the Crew Down at the Barn

I never know what I'll find when I open the porch door in the morning.

They've been presenting me with heads, tails, whole corpses, and, after an especially lovely night of hunting in the moonlit hayfield, someone's single, perfect, bean-sized kidney.

I don't let them see me feed it to the chickens.

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