A Funny Thing Happened

 It crowed. 

It (Lucky D. Clucky) was supposed to be a she, but it is a he. Ahhh well ...

I don't mind really. It was never so much about the eggs. And because I don't kill animals, definitely not about the meat. It was about communing with the endless variations of fauna in the world.  But poor Lucky has fallen on troubling times. 

I had four chickens that I raised in my living room from chicks, then I gave one away. (It was a contractual obligation). The three left seemed to be getting along when the fire happened. We were evacuated. The starkly quiet neighborhoods brought out the predators and because I wasn't able to lock them in at night, two of them were sacrificed to the roving predator fauna. It made me very sad. Poor Lucky somehow escaped, but not unscathed. He was very freaked out so I brought him in from his outside pen in the middle of the night a few weeks ago when I heard him sounding distressed and stuck him in my living room where I have trained him to jump through the window (I have since built stairs). In at dusk, out in the morning. He seems to be okay but I don't know if he feels loneliness or not. He gets along great with the dog, the cat, and the rabbit and sometimes just hangs out with the rabbit, napping close by from time to time.

I'm not sure what the future holds for Lucky. I'd be happy for him to sleep in my living room (in his cage) as long as he doesn't bother the neighbors with his crowing, which until now is minimal. Updates to come.