RIP: the chicken

Sigh :( This morning when I went out to feed the cats, a neighbor was walking by and she noticed that the chicken had perished in the ditch down the street. It appears he was attacked by another animal. We should have tried harder to catch him.

I hope it wasn't one of the cats who killed him. They were around him all yesterday and didn't attack him ... they actually seemed a little afraid of him. Maybe it was the big dog across the street. He has a fence, but I've seen him jump over it numerous times to chase other critters.

I've been thinking about how tenuous life seems. Over the holidays, my step-father had a stroke and had a blood clot removed from his brain. He seemed to be getting better, but then got worse, and now he's in a nursing home. It's hard to get info since we are the step-children of a past marriage, and he has new step-children, and a child, and a wife from his present marriage ... they haven't been keen on sharing details.

It's hard to believe there's any meaning to life when we're all (chickens and perople) so jerked around by events.