Alex

Sad, stupid day at the casa. I returned from grocery shopping and running other errands in town to find a clump of feathers by the garage door. Slowly made my way around the property, terrified of what I'd find, but all there was were more feathers blowing around. I shouldn't have let them out when I was going to be leaving. I know better. This is the last time I name chickens after family members... It's not funny anymore. I can't tell anyone who it was lest they take it as an omen, but I think I'm crying more over my brother than his brave, cocky, leader-of-the pack namesake.