While eating dinner, unusual clucks and shrieks came from the hens. We jumped up and out to see what was amiss. “Bobcat in the chicken yard!” Carl shouted. I ran to the coop.

Just as we celebrated the pullets’ birthday and their safe return to their home in Dublin, Snowball began to practice a new dance move. With her neck. It was reminiscent of a snake dance, her head swiveling while her neck curved and twisted.