Lost

Friday 2 November 2012

Still no sign of her in the morning.  Astro had recovered a bit, but was still bedraggled, and looking as if she’d either lost a few feathers on her left wing, or developed a white streak from shock.  She was favouring the wing when she flapped up onto the terrace, so it was looking like something had taken a snap at her. 

 

I had Art group so I took off for Jessica’s house, and came back to find Dave all glum.  He’d found Megachuck – well, some of her - and buried what was left in the potato patch.  Dogs or a fox, we presume, under cover of yesterday’s storm.   Megachuck was the obvious target – fatter and slower than the others.   The world has lost a great character.   At least she had some fun while she could, and I suppose if the world designates you a ‘meat chicken’, then a lifespan over 6 months is beating the odds.

In Memoriam