In honor of her eventful career on the cul-de-sac farm, this hen deserves one last post:
Queen of the grounds, the hen invited herself in to watch the Bravos with Mark.
"Ya. Uzzervize ve kill ze girl."
Unfortunately, the freedom our final hen enjoyed ultimately resulted in her disappearance. Upon returning from Jazz Fest, neither the chicken nor any sign of her were to be found. Sure, death is certainly a possibility, Dude. But, without evidence of fowl play (sorry), nothing is certain. In the meantime, we will continue to convince ourselves of her new fantasy life in the jungle of bamboo behind the yard. Farewell, chicken.
Note: Images are courtesy of Mark Powers - photographer, dougie, and fellow herder.
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