The beagles yard was along the back side of the old coal shed.  I remember when I was really little (3 or 4), Butch had chickens here.  One time he said, "Watch this", and he proceeded to cut the head off the head of a chicken, which then ran around "like a chicken with its head cut off" (as the old expression goes). I was horrified. Inky was our neighbor, Tom Strohm's dog.