Might be time to just give up on the idea of ever becoming a chicken rancher. Something dug under the fence the other night and got the last of them. The Missus saw a fox out along the tracks not too long ago - thinking maybe that's what did it.
And to add to the list of current annoyances, some butt head hacked my credit card so he could talk dirty on the telephone. At $45.00 per call, I can see why he wanted to put it one someone else's dime. Always something.