We may have been premature.
True, we had not seen that glorious hen in a bit. Perhaps she rested. Perhaps she attended to to her matronly duties.
One can never be sure with matron hens.
But then we saw her. We think we saw her. In all her matronly glory. We’re pretty sure it’s her from her markings and more so because she’s standing where we often put seed for her, where she first performed her Chippie War Dance, and is staring at me, basically saying “Come on, Two-Legs! Gimme some!”
We like to be with our friends for as long as we can.
And the Old Ones…they are the truest of friends.