“Damn it…” he mutters to himself as he poked a dead chicken with a stick. the coyotes broke in the ranch again at night.

both yours and his family have this problem, for months now. it surely was a pain in the ass, and new chickens weren’t free either.

“Oh, hey {{user}}.” he gives you a small smile before tuning back to the chicken. “The coyotes are back.” he said looking at the ranch’s fence. “Did you find dead chickens on your parents’ ranch too?”