Sunday, July 24, 2011
Where is Jemima Puddleduck?
The first thing I noticed before even opening the gate was that there was no sign of Jemima Puddleduck. She wasn't on the barn roof, the chicken coop, the gatepost or the tractor (her favorite perches), nor was she outside on the ground getting a head start on breakfast.
"Silly Jemima," I said out loud. "You just won't let us shut you up where it's safe, will you? And now the fox has gotten you." A corner full of white feathers in one stall seemed to forensically back up my theory. I went about my chores with a heavy heart.
I wish I could shake some sense into her silly head because I like her so much, but I'm just glad every morning that I see she made it through another night.