then, remember that this is the lesson...again, today.
I heard a thump at 4:15am...
I found a pile of feathers.
I wondered which rooster had not gone into the coop last night...It was another hour and a half before I went out to open the coops. When I went out, I found one of my favorite roosters. He was wandering around in a daze. I picked him up and he freaked out like I was killing him. I held him while I let the others out for the day. When I was holding him I realized that he was missing a big patch of feathers on his back. The same feathers that were on the ground...a miracle.
We forge virtue from hope
and will never give up
the good fight.
Our efforts have been validated...onward!
Here is the miracle bird...
His name is Sweetie. He has always flown up onto my shoulder or head. He loves to be pampered. He is very tame...
and, a little tender.
(I'm pretty sure that a Bobcat did this)
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