Nothing can jerk one out of maudlin existential woe like finding a disemboweled chicken, one half-dead chicken, and one injured chicken.
A raccoon broke into the chicken coop through an air vent. My roommate found the mess.
Porkchop came over to help with clean up.
June Wayne is gone, and Scooter is following quickly. Scout was able to hold her own better and escaped with minor injuries (we think).