Yesterday evening, Bailey the Bunny had hidden himself so perfectly that no one could find him. Even E., normally so evasive of spider webs, was content to wander through the webby basement trying to coax Bailey out. In the morning, of course, Bailey had reappeared, hungry for breakfast, and ready for the day.
Yesterday evening, there was a knock at the door. Doug from down the block asked: "Do you have any chickens?" Turned out, Baby Chicken was wandering the alley. How did Baby Chicken get out there? This is how Baby Chicken got scooped up by Joe The Plumber in the first place: by wandering. So, we corralled the baby and put it back in the yard. Incidentally, Doug informed me that his cat had killed a Scrub Jay just that morning.
A few minutes later, I noticed a cat in the yard stalking Baby Chicken. Similar for Scrub Jays, a cat poses a real danger to a Chicken this small. I chased the cat out, and placed an extra board to block a cat entry through the fence.
A few minutes later, as dusk faded to dark, Baby Chicken wandered into the ivy, and vanished. Where did it go? In the morning, Baby Chicken was still missing.
Steve, the property owner from next door, was happy with the Selvaggio Bunny fence project. I had been worried a bit by that - it's his fence too - but as I expected, he's happy with any property improvement he doesn't have to pay for himself. He reserved his disdain for the property improvement on the DMV office building on the 24th Street, and waxed indignant about the use of taxpayer money to improve the facade. I listened, but I wan't similarly indignant: it's counter-cyclical spending that keeps the economy moving along!
Wandering pets bring neighborhoods together....
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