What a weekend.
First, before 6:00 AM on Saturday, I get a call from my extremely distraught daughter. The night before was her and her cat's first night in their new place. This "new" place happens to be a trailer in the back yard of a house. She woke up, and her cat is no where to be found!
Sometime in the night, she left the trailer to go into the house to use the bathroom. She was afraid the cat got out at that time. In a new neighborhood, he'd be, well, very difficult to find

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But later in the day, she found him, hiding up under the driver's seat. You just can't imagine her relief.
Then on Sunday (again before 6:00!), I heard a big commotion in the yard. I rushed out to find a coyote eating one of my chickens ! I yelled and the coyote ran off. Then the chicken got up and ran to me! She didn't have any bleeding, and she wasn't limping. She had lost a lot of feathers though! The coyote had plucked her lower back

. She spent the rest of the day sitting on her nest, recovering. But she's out in the yard today, eating and drinking. Seriously, another 30 seconds and it would have been too late.
Animal drama, animal trauma. But it's all good now.