Farmer’s chickens refused to enter their coop for weeks. What he found inside made him seal it forever.
In the rolling farmland of rural Arkansas, fifty-three-year-old Dale Henderson prided himself on keeping a steady, simple life. His flock of thirty Rhode Island Reds had never given him trouble. Every evening, they marched obediently into their wooden coop, where Dale collected fresh brown eggs each morning. It was part of a rhythm he had…