The other day I mentioned to the whoa-man about not seeing any vermin hanging around. I told her by saying something about them, they'd soon show some sign. The very next morning as I was opening up Out Yonder, I saw one scurrying away from the feeder and out of the run. Later, I saw a pile of dirt under a wagon I had parked next to the fence. Of course...Time for Victor.
A butternut squash from the garden all cooked up and awaiting the squawkers in the morning.
Nothing like new straw to entice a chicken (Chatty) to rearrange some furniture.