Wednesday, February 19, 2014

The broken heart of my chicken

Someone stole Fandra in the early morning of January 31st 2014. She will forever be missed, along with her potential egg making capability. 
-Or so I thought.
Fandra returned the next evening after a short rendezvous to God only knows where. I'm happy she has returned, Woah Bow is happy as well as the two girl chickens she spends her time with. However, do you know what happens when a chicken goes missing for 24 hours? That's right, a search party! I kid you not, my boy chicken Woah Bow sent out immediately. He's already the loudest chicken on the block but when boy chickens lose their chicken soul mates I guess they raise hell. 
On January 31st I obviously awoke to Woah Bow's cock-a-doodle-doing but more so than usual. He wouldn't stop. (He didn't stop until her return.) I also noticed that Fandra didn't come over to my house for breakfast- the first serving of rice for the day. Her two best friend chickens came over, which should be considered my chickens too. 
Then the last puzzle piece fell into place. My Malagasy mom, Mama Lolo, came over and told me the devastating news that their was a disturbance in the middle of the night and she thinks it was someone climbing the tree and stealing her. My crying wasn't nearly a loud as Woah Bow's crying for her loss but I was deeply upset. I have grown to love my chickens as much as any pet I've ever owned. 
Immediately I wanted to set out to the big market on Fridays and find the asshole who was motivated enough to steal her in the middle of the night and potentially sell her on the streets! But I restrained myself from doing so and listened to the sad and loud cries of my boy chicken looking for his other half. 
This went on for 24 hours until her return. She strolled into the village as if she just got back from vacation and nothing was wrong. Myself, other humans nor the other chickens knew where she went or her reasons for leaving us. Maybe it was a stressful adventure fleeing the person who captured her or it was her wanting a break from the village life and so she sent off to discover herself in other places, we will never know. I for one am very happy about her arrival and her reunion with her little chicken community. I can sleep better at night, along with the rest of my village because Woah Bow has finally shut the hell up! 
Having a chicken chit chat over some lunch. 

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