We were surprised and pleased to see the apprently indestructible Fran sitting up on the roost with the other hens for the first time since she was mauled by the fox more than a month ago. Fran has been spending the night in a dog crate in the barn, recovering from a broken wing and severe bite wounds on her shoulder and back.
I love small miracles. They remind me of what is important in life, even if it is a chicken giving the lessons. This most humble of creatures reminds me not to live a small life in hiding and fear and lament, but to move forward, and remember what life is about. Each day, I have a choice. What do I believe? How do I want to live? Is the world a good place or a bad? Good for you, Fran. I had just about given up on you, and Maria suggested we give her more time, be patient, allow her to recover. Now, on the roost, Fran is officially healed.