Awhile back I wrote of an ornery old rooster we have named Plankton and how ds knocked him out cold. We also have a fox family living in the vicinity. I figure things happened like so:
Both of our dogs had an agility demo to do in town last week-end and they ended up spending Saturday night elsewhere. Sunday afternoon a neighbor stopped by and told us she'd seen one of the foxes trotting through the horse pasture. No big deal, we see them all the time-but thought we'd better count the chickens anyways. Ds went down to the chicken coop and came back up. I can't tell you for sure that he was smiling, but..."only one I can't find is Plankton." Haven't seen him since. No dogs on Saturday night probably made the difference. But no one is too heart broken. Things have a way of working out.