Barn

My barn really did burn down. That's it in the picture. I called the fire department, then pulled out my camera. You don't ever want to miss a good scrap booking opportunity. It was a freezing cold night and my husband turned on a heat lamp for the chickens. In a matter of minutes the 80 year old building was engulfed in flames. Amazingly, one of the hens survived, huddling outside in the snow. I suspect she was guilty of homicide, maybe using her little beak to chew through the wire holding the lamp up, fleeing the scene of the crime and leaving her flock mates to roast in the inferno. We sent her to live with my sister-in-law's flock, where she met her demise at the hands and teeth of a raccoon a few months later. What goes around comes around...