We've looked everywhere, she's nowhere to be found.
I've been very sad. I have imagined all the worst horrors that could be imagined. Deputy Dave said that she's Hawk-Poop by now. Probably so. Then, he sees me sad and changes his mind, surely she's around here somewhere. Where? We have no idea. Numerous searches have revealed nothing.
She was so small and delicate, a beautiful chicken in every sense of the word. If a chicken can be "social" and "delightful" then Miss Speckles gave full meaning to those words. I miss her.
I remember when she was the epitome of the Ugly Duckling story. She began as such gawky, scrawny looking thing, but she bloomed and transformed into this lovely fluffy bird with a dappling of speckles, which added to her beauty. She was sweet...my favorite out of the five chickens. But, she was also the smallest and most vulnerable.
Yes, I became attached to a chicken. I guess you could say that she had become my first REAL pet chicken. She almost made it one year at our house. I had intended for Miss Speckles to be moved to our acreage and be in Bug-Heaven. She was supposed to become a laying hen with a new Bantam rooster-mate so that we could continue to have more mini-Miss Speckles all over the place. Now, we'll not have a part of her with us any more because she disappeared.
We even searched the neighborhood for her. Keeping a sharp eye out for white feathers. Nothing could be found. Oh...She will be missed.
Have I experienced loss before you might wonder? Oh yes indeed, on massive levels, numerous times. But, this little chicken had clucked her way into my heart and I now have four remaining chickens, all Buff Orpingtons that are endearing, but Miss Speckles had been the unique one in the bunch.
All my regular readers know of the ups and downs we've had with Miss Speckles. Heck, I'd just rescued her from the jaws of a Australian Shepherd about three weeks ago.
I can tell you one thing, if one of the roaming cats trespassed into my backyard and consumed my bird, then I might feel as if I could go into Mafia-Mode and sic Howdy onto the cat without ground rules. But, Deputy Dave insists a cat attack would have been similar to a dog attack, with feathers left behind as evidence of the pounce and grab.
My sweetness is gone and my heart is sad, but I know that living a farm kind of life will bring more of such heartaches.
Strangely, I am comforted by a saying of Dr. Seuss, "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."
**************************************************Onto other things to catch up...this past Saturday, a blog buddy called Luckybunny at http://ourforesthaven.blogspot.com/ nominated me for The Versatile Blogger Award.
The rules for this award are: if you accept the award, acknowledge the blog site that nominated you for the award, then write a post listing seven things about yourself, and then pass the award along to fifteen other bloggers. So here we go....
1. I'd love to be a professional dog trainer, especially for farming/livestock training with Australian Shepherds. So far, we've got chickens down for my Aussie!
2. I'm determined to learn to make my own pasta!
Three-Cheese Ravioli is first on my pasta list!
Three-Cheese Ravioli is first on my pasta list!
3. My favorite color often changes from red to different shades of blue to whatever strikes my fancy for the moment. I can't stick with just one color long-term! My mind is a changing canvas of vibrant colors!
4. Being a "Mom" is the most rewarding title I will ever have attached to my life.
5. I am growing my hair longer, just for Deputy Dave; I'm trying to avoid scissors and my urge to do some home-chopping is still present! It's not easy but his smile is worth it.
6. One of my favorite food choices is to eat Avocado slices drizzled with a bit of olive oil, a dash of salt and a light sprinkling of Tony Chachere's seasoning from Louisiana. Delicious!
7. I will be learning to play the guitar throughout this year, and I'll probably post me and my family singing out-of-tune to a few songs that are attached to the "unique" poetry I write for my family. I'll probably start with the highly inappropriate composed song we'd sing on trips, "This is the Vulture Song."
I'd love for every reader of my blog who wishes, to pick up this award and take it to their
blog so they can participate and pass it along further. I don't want to list blog sites individually
because they might have recently accepted this award and played along. However,
if you do accept it, please leave me a comment about it so I can be sure to
stop by your blog to read the seven items about yourself.
Miss Speckles...We enjoyed spending a bit of this life together!
Thank you for bringing a lot of laughter and smiles to our faces.