A couple of weeks ago, Son #2 and his family bought a few baby chicks to add to their thinly-populated henhouse. This weekend, on his days off, Son #2 and the granddaughters cleaned out an old tractor shed and turned into the Chicken Mahal, fit for their small flock.
Today, just about suppertime, Daughter-in-law texted The Husband and me, saying that a snake was in the chicken house and had eaten one of the babies.
The Husband grabbed a rifle and we walked across the road to dispatch the reptile.
By the time we got there, Granddaughters #1 and #2 had already offed it with a shovel. Its abdomen with swollen with the chick. #2, the hopeful veterinarian, was contemplating extracting the chick from the snake, just for fun.
Their mom said, "Don't touch that snake with your hand."
Five-year-old granddaughter #4, standing nearby in her bathing suit and a life jacket, said, "But mom, that's the only way you can touch it."
She had a point.
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