When I arrived home from PEI at around suppertime, I went to check on the chickens and saw a dead white Leghorn in the hen house! The water bucket was tipped over and dry as a bone so I am guessing it died of dehydration. There was a small amount of water in the henhouse, but it was quite hot while I was gone. Poor thing. The boys insisted that they ensured the chickens had water!! Survival of the fittest.
That same night, I was driving out Logy Bay Road and saw a panicked black cat zoom across the road from ditch to ditch, then zoom back across, then back the other way! As I slammed on the brakes, I felt the thump of running over something! The cat!! It is a horrible feeling! I stopped on the way back from picking up Graham, and there was no sign of a cat!! Maybe they really do have nine lives! There was no blood or guts on the road, and nothing on my vehicle.