Foxes in the Hen House

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  JudgeAnna von Reitz

When I was very young I lived on an old-fashioned farm with a barn and a hay loft and a chicken coop and a pig pen and cows and horses and all sorts of critters. Then as now I had to figure things out, so I was constantly bothering my poor parents with oddball questions— for example, “What do angels do when their wings molt?”

My Dad made a sound like he was stifling a sneeze. His eyes watered as he gazed up toward the ceiling of the hayloft. I thought it was the dust getting to him, but on later reflection, maybe not.

“They walk,” he finally answered, sober as a judge.

Well, okay…. you can see what he was up against.

Inevitably the day came when I encountered the idea of foxes in hen houses. In our case, it was real foxes in real…

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