A chicken appeared in the window. It seemed to really want in. Curious, I went to see what was up. Just outside the picture window lay our back porch, surrounded by a fenced in play area for the kids. Across that area rushed a fox. The cheeky fellow was chasing our chickens right past the house. Grabbing a broom that stood next to the steps, I followed. He ran back past me, across the drive and by the barn. Pausing to see if I was following and stopping to snatch a chicken. I chased him across the bridge over the creek and it was a stand-off…fox with his chicken and me with my broom. Until I decided that it just wouldn’t be his chicken, dead or not, and swatted him with a broom, causing I’m to drop the chicken, who flew for the barn, and dash off a ways. Heading back in, I saw him circling around, and got O to help me round up hiding hens. That is what I did instead of stitching.
In the middle of the night the phone rang. Short version: hoopla with state troopers, emts, and neighbors, while they fetched the driver from a vehicle that had been driving through the fields and then into the woods, where it got stuck. My husband dealt with that, while I remained on call. Instead of sleeping, I stitched. It all works out in the end.