Hermit on the Homestead

I received the most mysterious phone call. My phone rang from a number I did not recognize, but I get a lot of those from delivery people and contractors so I answered it. A friendly man with a thick Asian accent said, "Hello, I heard you have Yak, correct?" "Yes, I have Yaks." I answered somewhat surprised. He continued, "I came all the way from Australia to [my state's capitol] to ride a Yak. I heard you have a Yak, and I would like to ride it. I can pay you a lot of money." Needless to say I was quite confused. How did this person get my phone number? How did they know I have yaks? My state is not known for yaks and I live four hours' drive from the capitol. Though not impossible, still highly unlikely that a man with an Asian accent would be from Australia and then come to my obscure state of all places for tourism? I'm so confused! So I said, "I do have yaks but they aren't trained, you can't ride them. They aren't very fr

So after months of research, I decided on just buying a regular old shed and converting it into a chicken coop by adding a chicken door and ramp, perching bars, and nesting boxes. Voila, Chicken Coop. Just days before the new coop was set to be delivered, I went out to collect the eggs like I usually do and opened the door. Nighty was dead on the floor of the old coop. I told everyone in the home and we were all shocked. My favorite chicken. The sweet chicken that used to let me hold her. My baby chicken I raised in the hall closet. Ganesh went out to investigate. We weren't sure if it was some kind of disease that we should be aware of. There was blood on her head and on the floor a little where here head was touching. No signs of struggle or illness in the coop. We have no idea what happened. After doing some research about perches for the new coop, I found out that they shouldn't be higher than three feet tall because the chickens can injure themselves jumping from a far dis