It was sad, but I was at least relieved that I didn’t have to deal with any bloody remains- one of my worst fears with the chickens. Every night this week when I put the chickens in I rather morosely counted six, instead of the previous seven. But I moved on, assuming Debbie was gone for good, being digested in some hawk’s belly.
Then, just in time for an Easter surprise, Debbie came back to me. I went over to my parent’s house for Easter dinner. I returned home to find a note on my door. I was hoping it wasn’t an angry note from a neighbor complaining about my chickens or messy yard. I was elated to see that the note was from a neighbor saying he had a tiny chicken sitting at home watching TV with him and he wondered if she belonged to me. I immediately called him and he brought the bantie back home. Apparently he was weeding in the yard this afternoon and she popped out of the bushes. I’m guessing she made a nest in a wild corner of their yard and was brooding until he disturbed her.
So I am happy to say that the chicken is back home. And of course my neighbor who found her got some eggs for so kindly bringing her back. A happy Easter gift for both of us.
I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!! YAY!!!!!
Debbie jumped on my shoulder two weeks ago when I went over to feed your chickens. So happy to hear that one of my favorite hens is back!
Yay!!! Little Debbie enacts her own Easter miracle!
I love the idea of Little Debbie watching tv with the neighbor.
I’m glad to hear that she wandered to the right place!
Neighbor, I just remembered that last Easter one of your chickens gave you a monster egg. Maybe they’ll always do something special for you on Easter?
Wonderful!
I just love happy endings
Awwe, happy Easter!