Hen Chronicles: Old MacDonald had a coop, E-I-E-I-O

If anyone had told me five years ago that, at 6 a.m. on June 28, 2014, I’d be on my knees in the mud nailing tacks into a loose stretch of chicken wire while eye-to-eye with a furious hen who was squawking her brains out because I had the audacity to show up on her turf without treats, I would have told him to lay off the sauce.