yesterday, they'd howl and cry to go outside (Gwen is a banshee..) they'd go running to the chicken coop, 'dying' to go inside. (they are friendly with the chickens - but they'll eat poop ) Dude got himself wedged between the coop and the shed because he was so determined.. I looked all over.. no threats, nothing but chickens.. today they did same.. hootin' and hollerin' to run down and look at the chickens.. again, same.. just chickens.. I fed them their lunch, and Charlie would keep licking his left 'arm'. I noticed he broke a dew claw so we got him cleaned up and bandaged so he won't keep messing with it. I dremeled his other nails so he can't break anymore. Dude keeps buggin' to go back outside, Gwen too.. once I finished dremeling, I go to let them out and there's a big fat -dead- squirrel on the back deck I'm sure that squirrel was living on chicken feed.. he got too fat and too slow..
