The story is starting to come together.
The facts:
- On the night of October 6, 2007, I wasn’t home at dusk (as often happens) to put the chickens away. Alexis, my housemate & the backup chicken-putter-away, arrived home after dark, noticed the henhouse door open, and locked them in.
- That night, Alessa, another housemate, awoke in the middle of the night to the sounds of chicken ultraviolence. Chose neither to investigate, nor to mention it to anyone the next day. Alexis heard nothing, and I still wasn’t home.
- The morning of October 7, Alexis let them out again, fed em, watered em. No one noticed anything until I went to lock them up at dusk. As I usually do when it’s still light out (or even when dark, using a flashlight), I counted the chickens in the coop. I only counted four: Chicken, Inky, Pinky, & Terminator X. Searched the neighborhood, no sign of Blinky.
- Blinky, the black & white one who loved me, could fly.
The theory:
I posit that Blinky flew over the fence during the day on the 6th, perhaps even just hanging out in our yard, or the neighbor’s side passage. Alexis didn’t notice her absence, given the dark, and locked her out of the coop. In the night, a raccoon or hungry neighbor ate her.
Waah. What’s this world coming to? Raccoons eating Chickens???
I miss ya, Blink.
