Even by Monday standards, yesterday was the worst. I discovered a wasp nest in the sheep's hoop house by getting stung twice in the back of my head. Then I came home to a voicemail from Jordan with the worst possible news. As I was throwing hay and feed around so I could leave to go up to her farm, I discovered one of the Cordon Bleus had been cornered and practically scalped by the other hens. I quickly put her in a rabbit cage, brought her into the laundry room, dabbed at her bloody head and headed up the mountain. Words escape me, too. The horrors of what Jordan found even got to the state trooper and my friend, the dog warden, who has seen it all. There was little comfort I could give Jordan, other than to reassure her that there was nothing she could have done. Once a dog turns vicious predator, as her neighbor's dog did, there is nothing that will stand in its way. When I came home later, my scalped chicken was still pretty perky, so I called my neighbor to consult on how to address this gaping head wound. She came over with super glue and we glued the skin back together. There's still a wound, but she's safe from flies, has food and water, and I clean the wound with peroxide twice a day. This morning, before sun-up, I went out to the hoop house with a paper bag, knocked the wasp nest into it, took it out to the driveway and burned the sucker.