A few days ago I posted about how I accidentally ran over and killed my Polish chicken, Lacy. She was bleeding from the nose and mouth and not moving. She was barely taking a breath every now and then. Nobody had the guts to put her out of her misery, so we laid her beside the coop. The next morning she was gone. We assumed she had either wandered off to die or, more likely, had been taken by a coyote or other predator.
Imagine my surprise (and delight!) when, several days later, one of the kids came in to tell me that Lacy was running around outside. I didn't believe it until I saw it with my own eyes, but there she was... happily pecking the dirt with the other chickens. There's not a scratch on her. She acts like nothing ever happened. I'm not sure what the deal is, except that it seems a miracle has occurred.
And they say cats have nine lives...
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