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Excitement in the side yard this morning. Lots of squawking; it was Raspberry (our bravest and most adventurous chicken) sounding the alarm; similar to the egg-laying sqawk, but just kept going. She does that sometimes and we usually don't know why. I looked out the window and saw a hurt pigeon on the ground unable to get up. Dave went to investigate and told me that the other two chickens were missing. I went out looking for them; we ended up finding them hiding in between pots in the garden, which is quite a mystery because we have a big net fence erected to keep them out of the garden -- how did they get there? We figure the most likely explanation is that a predator dropped the pigeon in our yard; Henny Penny and Apple Blossom were so scared they flew over the fence and hid, and Raspberry did her rooster-substitute thing. Henny Penny had hidden herself so well between pots that she was wedged in and Dave had to move the pots to get her out. I called Animal Rescue and we were going to take the pigeon there but then it died. Dave did what he could to calm the birds, feeding them a neighbor's hasta plant since ours were decimated by the chickens months ago, and turning over some dirt with a shovel in the back yard to distract the girls with looking for worms.
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The leg-in-the-stick saga was gripping to follow, getting the info here and there in AP threads and WMOC website and photos. I would find myself wanting to know more, like, how long were they there in the woods helping the injured Swede (I guessed about 30-35 min from looking at the live results), and how did they know they needed to help him (he shouted for help), and did they pull out the stick (they did). And the answers would just show up. And then there was some unasked-for information, like, did Thierry whip off his shirt to staunch the wound (yes).
It was great to read Eddie's account first, the puzzlement at seeing these guys, and then the practical, well, I've got a Canadian to beat, and I'd better get to it. What was really cool was to read Eddie's story, and then get to see Clem's (?) photos. And to see the photos chronologically was fun. First there were shots of Eddie finishing and, because I'd read Eddie's story, I knew the next photo was going to be of the heros. Two of them were in that photo, and neither was Thierry... As an aside, is there some kind of Thierry fan club cult thing going on these days? There's all this internet chatter, like, Oo, he's going to be at the Highlander! Will he wear a kilt? Etc. Anyway, I knew Thierry was going to be in the next photo, and I knew that he was going to be shirtless, and then there it was, the photo, him, shirtless. Hm. Compelling, as always. Extreme skill is like that.
So it was fun checking out the story piecemeal. The pictures were icing on the cake.