I'll spare you the picture. You'll thank me.

This morning, while hanging up clothes, Genie flew the coop. Luckily I was right there, but Gunner got to her first. With a NO! and a sharp hand clap, I was under the impression that my dog listened really well. Genie was caught, and put back into her fenced-in-dog-free-yard. Now, see, every time I go in there, I count them. 12 on the RIR side, and 11 on the Aracuna. Hmm. I had 15 and 7. That's not enough. So I went in and separated them out. They are so funny--they're really friendly and curious. Nope, something was wrong. 11 and 11. I asked Eric if he counted this morning, when he did chores. Nope. :) Must be a girl thing. So we walked around, knowing that there should be something. We found a few feathers just outside the RIR side. Bummer. One down. Well, several hours later (just a half hour ago) I went back outside to bring in the clothes (I had 4 loads on that umbrella clothesline!!!). Kodiak and Gunner have been acting really lazy and lethargic. Then Kodiak groans, walks over towards the tall grass, and throws up. Well, it was more like a hairball, but for a dog. I was curious, as it looked kind of pointy, like she's swallowed a bunch of feathers. *frown* It really looked like feathers in a big wad. No. Really? No. *uh* So, of course, I had to take a closer look. There was some yellow-ish stuff in the middle, so I grabbed a stick to poke at it, and under the feathers, were 2 chicken feet curled up. Ew. It was... gross does not begin to describe. So I went back, finished folding up the laundry, and just before I came in here, Gunner hocked up something. I didn't get a close-up of his, but hey, at least they shared.