Winston is in the coop where the chickens lay their eggs, and two of his hens are flanking him, and staying close to him. This is unusual for chickens, and even Rose came up to him and sniffed him gently. Minnie has been with him all night, so the animals are gathering around him. Annie thinks he may survive, I don’t. His wounds are pretty massive.
  Below, a close-up that gives some sense of the injuries he sustained when attacked by his son Winston, Jr. His chest and underside are also injured.
  I put up a lot of pretty and cute photos of beautiful dogs, sheepherding, Lenore and Brutus, and those are real. But so are these, and it would be dishonest, I think, to never show a bit of this side of life on a farm.