Julienne wasn't with us for long, but in the brief time we knew her we learned the true meaning of 'playing chicken'.
Unfortunately, Julienne lost.
Julienne lived for the challenge - to fly higher, run faster and evade the dog for longer.
We enjoyed our brief time with her when, while recuperating from one of her most recent escapades, she was a guest in our home (in a cardboard box in the bathroom) and chief earwig-catcher and onion-eater in our little house garden.
Sadly, she has crossed her last road after escaping her chookyard home and hiding from The Dog in a bundle of bird netting - literally stringing herself up.
She is sadly missed - mostly by The Girl. The Boy is too busy helping his Dad dig another damn chook grave.
The moral of this story - don't ever let your five-year-old daughter name your livestock.
Or if you do, swap the blue identifier ring onto another bird BEFORE she finds the little chooky corpse in the backyard.
No comments:
Post a Comment