Attack of the Killer Chicken

I'm sure some Hollywood writer could make one of those genre movies...frogs that take over the world, giant rabbits terrorizing a town, worms that rise up to swallow people whole.  Evidently chickens do not feel as I do about sharing their space with mice.  One of the girls nailed a mouse yesterday and the others, cackling maniacally, began their macabre game of keep-away, racing around the pen with body in beak until there was nothing left of the little creature.  Some mouse family is wondering why Arthur didn't come home last night.  It's simply not behavior one expects from a chicken.

My afternoon was dedicated to baking cookies...chocolate frosted peanut butter bars (taste like Reese's cups) and lemon biscotti.  I wanted some small way to thank Joel for again mowing down the star thistle.  Mitzvah is Yiddish for a good deed, and I hope Somebody is keeping track, because my neighbor is racking them up.