As predicted, the murderer showed up again, picking off my best hens one-by-one. I soon caught a break when I found fresh tracks around a pile of feathers. Ah, a fox. Remember that 2013 smash hit “What Does the Fox Say”? Well, I fantasized that this particular fox would say, “Damn, I picked the wrong barnyard” right before I blew his head clean off with double aught buckshot. I spent the weekend upstairs in the barn, sitting in an old rocking chair with a gun across my lap but he never showed. Monday afternoon came and another chicken disappeared…I clearly needed to bring in the experts. I contacted a local farmer and a few days later the “experts” arrived in the form of two, eight week old Great Pyrenees puppies. But what could they do, looking like innocent white plush toys? As it turns out, a lot. Great Pyrs are bred to be livestock guardian dogs, not house dogs and once fully grown they will flat-out destroy anything that dares to harm their livestock. The fox seemed to sense this and immediately the killing stopped. So now instead of being used as a sniper location, the rocking chair is once again a great place to just sit and enjoy the scenery.