It’s always something…

Yesterday I awoke to find the apple tree had been taken out by the wind gusts, one third of the tree lay helpless on the ground.  Today I rise and find a single solitary chicken has escaped and the entire pea planting has been scratched out and devoured. It was done with great care and precision, she left a beautiful little trough and mound in her wake where the peas had been, complete with chicken prints so there would be no mistaking who had been there. If that was not enough excitement to fulfill her gourmet pallet she some how managed to meandered over and let herself into the green house where the evening was spent sampling the tomatoes, one by one. I wonder, pray tell, which was her favorite?