We prayed, both inside
We needed a home for ‘our’ chicken (the one who mysteriously appeared).
Little did we know, this would be the last walk to the bus, for in a matter of hours, Fricassee would have a nice new home.
After scouring the neighborhood for someone with chickens; we called a classmate of Red’s and we were elated! We had a taker!
After establishing he did indeed have chickens, the conversation went like this…
Me: So Mr. W, do you think you’d want our chicken?
Him: Do you think they’ll get along?
Me: I don’t know, I don’t raise chickens, you do.
Him: How will we get him here? I have a box! Is it friendly?
Me: Very friendly. Bring the box and my husband will help.
Within the hour and the lure of goldfish crackers… POOF! Fricassee had a new home, complete with 7 new friends.