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  1. The Guinea, Part 2

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    July 28, 2011 by wcobserver

    Two roosters, three hens, and the guinea had survived. After I collected the dead and killed the dying, I fed the crew generously and put fresh straw in the chicken house. That night, I went out at dusk to lock the house. Guinea was nowhere to be seen.

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  2. The Guinea, Part 1

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    July 25, 2011 by wcobserver

    Let me tell you about the guinea. He appeared on this hill one spring, pacing along outside the chicken pen and making such a racket that I ran out with the rifle thinking some varmint was into the chickens.

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  3. The Killing

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    July 17, 2011 by wcobserver

    The game hens we ended up with were as bad if not worse than the Banties we already had, as far as going wherever they pleased and being completely beyond our control. In spite of extreme wing clipping that mostly contained the Bantams, the game hens couldn’t be kept in a pen.

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  4. Killing, Part VIII

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    July 7, 2011 by wcobserver

    It was about six weeks later when he failed to show up one evening. With memories of snake bite fresh in mind, I went out the next morning to find him. I searched the yard, the pond, the woods on all sides of the house. No Reeces.

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  5. Killing, Part VII

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    June 30, 2011 by wcobserver

    Reece also frequented the pond, not just because it offered dragonflies and lizards, but also because he enjoyed walking in the shallow water where he stalked frogs. He seemed unconscious or at least unconcerned that his feet and legs became wet. (This principle held when he would decide to investigate a half-drained bathtub.) It wasn’t unusual for a day to pass without Reece being in the house, all while Elmo James loitered on the couch. Elmo’s take on life was to shmooze it up with petting as often as he could get it, so persons passing by the couch might find themselves suddenly solicited by a friendly paw, as if to say, “Hey wait a minute, didn’t you forget something?” Elmo fulfilled his life duty by holding down the furniture. So it was unusual when Reece ran through the kitchen late one morning and then disappeared into the depths of the house. With no subsequent reappearance, an investigation ensued. Room after room, in all the familiar spots, Reece could not be found. Finally, in the back corner of the closet of the farthest bedroom, there crouched Reece’s Pieces. Blood covered his face, which was swollen horribly around the right eye. …

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  6. Killing, Part V

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    June 18, 2011 by wcobserver

    My dad’s mother found a big one once in her chest of drawers and, not wanting to spoil her nightclothes folded there, she lifted it out with a hoe before taking it outside of her Cane Hill home to chop off its head.

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  7. Killing, Part IV

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    June 9, 2011 by wcobserver

    I ran back into the house for the gun and then returned to call off the dogs. Being duly proud of their discovery, of course they were loath to back off their prey.

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