I came up with this new verse to the old Joni Mitchell song,
Both Sides Now:
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Rows of fluffy clucking hens
And baby chicks to show your friends
And piles of fresh eggs without end....
I’ve looked at chickens that way.
But now they only make me frown
They brood, they fight,
There’s a raccoon...
After one rooster got killed, I trapped 2 raccoons, and my daughter said she just saw 5 more crossing the road after sunrise. I am seriously considering not keeping chickens any more.