The owl that ate my chicken is sorry now!
That was the text I got from my daughter tonight. She had been grieving all day over one of her chickens who perished last night. There was only one wing left of the poor bird, attacked by his own kind to boot! This chicken was no ordinary chicken. It was one of our little granddaughter’s Easter chickens, raised in the house along with eight others, one of which turned out to be a duck, til they could be transferred to a place in the barn. Thank goodness it wasn’t Dot. Dot is the only chicken with a name because it is the only one they can recognize because it has a dot on it’s back. It had already evidently escaped the owl’s wrath the night before because there was a gash on it’s neck and the hen was obviously not feeling well. Our daughter just started gathering eggs from these special chickens a couple of weeks ago, so I have a stake in this drama as well. Free eggs are great!
Our daughter’s knight in shining armor, her husband brought the perpetrator to justice. He had said earlier in the day that he thought the culprit was an owl, from some specific evidence left at the scene. He is a very wise knight not to mention a dead eye shot.
Ahhh that feeling of justice served is a thing we all can appreciate. When justice serves those we love it is even sweeter. I can think of another instance where justice needs to be served, hopefully at the ballot box in 2012! Now where will we find a knight in shining armor…..
As an aside, I didn’t get the name of the duck!
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