Big Foot has found my chicken house! That’s what I first thought one morning when I went to let my chickens out. The screen was ripped off except for one little corner and there was claw marks and the plastic around the bottom of the other window had big holes. I figured I’d find a massacre of leftover chicken parts and bloody feathers everywhere. The feed room was a scrambled mess of turned over buckets, torn up sacks and everything in a mess. The chickens were all on the very top of the top roost close to the ceiling and…

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