The Chicken Saga continues....

Our Mama chicken and chick were eaten because they didn’t like their house and instead slept in trees, like they did during the time of our grandparents, according to me host mother. Well they said they would be vigilante, I came home the night after the coyote ate the chickens and my host father was relaxing in the hammock with a shotgun. At 12:15 the exact same time the coyote visited the night before (apparently coyotes are very punctual creatures), I heard the dogs barking and a loud sound. (the shot) My host father thinks he got the coyote because he heard 3 loud gripes far away which means a coyote is dying. I tell you living on a farm is never boring….