Maybe the White Hen suspects that her lonely splendour is about to be invaded...Yes, in two days time, if all goes well, she will be joined by two other hens...Perhaps she is still nervous about the unexpected, unexplained disappearance of her Golden companion. A heavy gate clicked, a dog briefly barked ...after which the Golden was gone.
Oddly enough one noticed later that a few things had also strangely disappeared, random gardening equipment - shears, small pruners, marker pegs - things like that, all clobber under the small, open sided shed roof...
I discussed this sad event with some local friends - the manager of the hardware store, the dry cleaning lady, the newspaper vendor - all said 'how extraordinary' and then proffered the name of some people who visit the Dordogne at this time of year. Part of me wants to concur with this solution, part of me says ' hold it...no group think...another explanation might be equally valid..But there were no passing buzzards who have been known to fly down over a chicken and then up and away, chicken in beak. But this would leave a trail of feathers, as would seizure by a passing fox..and I have found no golden feathers anywhere.
Did we have a cockerel I could have entertained the explanation that she was brooding somewhere in the bushes. But I visited all the usual spots, even used my imagination and went further into the woods...
If she is still alive somewhere, Friday's arrival of newcomers might just provoke her to rejoin us ...on verra
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