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1: having good luck
2: happening by chance : fortuitous
3: producing or resulting in good by chance : favorable
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Sheriff Denny Clark pulled into the farm yard. Nate Foley was waiting for him, angry and impatient.
“Mornin', Nate. What’s the problem?” he asked.
“The problem, Sheriff, is somethin' killed more than half my best layin' hens.” The old farmer led Denny to the chicken coop. Feathers, blood and torn birds littered the yard. “Whatever kilt 'em didn't do it for eatin'. These animals was killed for the fun of it.”
Denny squatted to inspect the remains more closely. Nate was right. The birds had been torn apart, one after another. Whatever? He was inclined to lay bets on whoever. The local wild life may take a chicken once in a while, and that's exactly what they did, take. One may find a few feathers or bones, but those remains showed obvious signs of feeding. These didn't.
“You didn’t hear anything, Nate?”
“Nope. Take my hearin' aids out at night.”
“Dog didn’t raise hell?”
“Ain't got no dog. Last one I had thought the chickens was his. It were his lucky day, the grandchild was here, took 'im home."
“Got a count on how many you lost here, Nate?”
The old man figured a minute. “ I’d say 'bout three dozen.”
Denny nodded, “I'll grab some bags, take a few to Doc Kelsey. See if he can come up with anything evidential.” Denny popped the trunk of the squad, he returned with several plastic bags and latex gloves. He brought a camera to document the scene. He took a dozen pictures, then bagged eight birds for the Kelsey, the local veterinarian.
“Make sure you show all that to my insurance agent. Only about twenty left. That won’t pay bills for long. Kin I get rid of the mess now, Sheriff?”
“You gonna burn ‘em, Nate?”
Nate Foley nodded. “Yep, gotta burn ‘em. For sure.”