My chooks have been free-ranging into the neighbours' yards. It's a bit hard for them not to do so, because there are very few fences around here. Yesterday evening, Tristan and Selma came back home, but no Patty.
I was hoping that maybe she'd gone broody and disappeared somewhere to lay copious eggs. I was worried that a fox which is apparently in the area had got hold of her. But I was hoping that she would come back. This afternoon, though, our next-door neighbour told me that yesterday his wife heard the dog over the back fence making noise. And so it looks like maybe poor old Patty (on the right in this photo) has come to an unfortunate end :(
I feel quite upset, actually. It's funny how those little critters get under your skin.
When it comes to innocent creatures dying in (possibly - probably) circumstances where they are scared, I go to pieces. I can concede all sorts of suffering accompanying our lives (with difficulty). But my utopian heart balks at the idea of anything or anyone dying in terror. It just shouldn't be :(