polly

For those of you who didn't know, we involuntarily (but happily) adopted two mystery chickens early this past fall when an unknown stuck them in our coop while we weren't looking. One of them was in bad shape and faster than any chicken I'd ever seen and the other was a bantam, a tiny thing I really doubted we had any use for. The latter, however, proved to be the best pet the kids could have asked for. I'm using the past tense because this week, Polly, as she came to be known, went missing...probably the victim of some unknown predator in the neighborhood. This loss was felt more deeply by me than I would have expected...I can still see Elise carrying the bantam around the farm, talking to her and singing to her...