Bee Tree Farm

Grantham has been missing since Monday morning which, out here, can mean only two things: death or thievery.  Considering that Grantham was a rare, blue giant of a bird, it wouldn’t surprise me to learn he may have been snatched.  (Neighbors claim they’ve lost many of their birds to a chicken thief, hard to believe but…?) It’s much more likely he suffered the same fate as many others before him – dragged away by a rogue coyote or coon.  I can’t verify any of this, mostly because I’m certain he was taken while spending time with his second family.  I haven’t gone snooping around (yet) for forensic evidence and probably won’t since, in the end, he was a rooster.  It’s easy come, easy go in these parts, but I’d be climbing fences and knocking down doors if this were one of my beloved goats or donkeys.  But still.  Lord Grantham was a leader among roosters.  I’ll miss seeing his blue feathers parading through the woods – miss hearing his creaky voice harassing the hens.  RIP, sir.