We made a nonscheduled trip for work near The Compound on Monday and thought we’d stop by and see how the Hooligans were doing. Now I wish we’d never gone, and would just let the 2-1/2 acres go to hell in a hand basket! I cannot put in to words what we saw. No noise, no stampede of chickens racing to see you at the gate, no life. All of the Hooligans, except one was dead (I’ll tell you her story when I’m not so emotional). Their lifeless bodies laying randomly on the floor of their run. All of them! To say the Moose and I are devastated, is an understatement. We are not sleeping, eating little and cursing the animal that chewed it’s way through the top of the run, and left the carnage. We are broken, but in time will put ourselves back together again.