We called her "Mr. Gray" by mistake and the name stuck because she wasn't just an ordinary chicken to us. She was a Barred Rock hen from New England who enchanted us while we held her in our hands and she gazed back at us. We had conceived a peaceful haven with poultry for playmates and designated time to enjoy them.
However, our paradise shifted the day we found the lifeless bodies of two young hens and discovered Mr. Gray was missing without a plume in sight. It appears a four legged terrorist came through an unlatched trap door and reeked havoc inside the coop and took our feathered best friend. We are reminded, no matter how insignificant a friend might seem, there comes a time when we understand their real worth. Hopefully, this important occasion happens before they have come and gone from our lives.
When we reach out and embrace our neighbors we see pictures that enhance everyday life in our own international community.