{No Fox Allowed, No Racoons Allowed, No Weasals Allowed!}
We've had some grim scenes outside, and a few close encounters inside the chicken yard lately. Adelaide wanted to stand vigil through the night, protecting her flock. But her love of sleep and a warm bed led her to another solution instead. Signs.
"I hope they're readers," she said, as she hung them up, "stinkin' chicken-snatchers!"
I'm fairly certain the problems is behind us (until the next challenge). But if I were a betting Mama, I'd say it was those signs that did the trick.
