Chicken Hit

If the Chickens had a Mafia, this is how I imagined they would settle old scores. Upon returning from a trip out of town, I walked on to Grace Farms. There, I found all my girls- who I raised from baby Chicks - scattered in various poses of death and dismemberment. I am vexed. I built a Chicken Cathedral. A good home, safe from any reasonable predator. But, clearly the neighbor houses an animal member of ISIS who hunts young chicks on my farm. I have been reminded that this is the natural order of things. The predator was just looking to survive. I have been told it is not personal.