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I woke to chickens clucking. Not unusual as they each celebrate as they lay their eggs. Morning clucking means they are happy and I have fresh eggs for breakfast 🍳
But, then, the clucking became frantic. I popped up and peaked out the window to find my chicken run fence down and an angry pit bull in the run surrounded by my.dead.chickens.
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