My idiot brother-in-law promised he'd build a fence for the MFA Flock if we gave him most of the birds. He didn't do it, though, and a dog killed all of them except for Paul the rooster, one hen (I don't know which one and kind of don't want to know, although Hotter asked, and it wasn't Zombie who was spared), and the ducks (although apparently one of the ducks, and again, I don't know which one and don't really want to, was "a little bloody") in one fell swoop.
The birds we had intended to keep before the c(o)unty changed their mind about grandfathering us go to my boss at Temp Agency #2 this weekend. This whole thing just sucks and I'm angry at life.
I hope you're happy, Stalky.