It’s finally Friday, I’m feeding felines.
It’s dark and there’s no chickens around this early-usually. But Pearl just came squawking and flapping down from someplace. She hasn’t been around in a while. I think she moved up the street a little ways. She looked kind of beat up and dirty. I wish she’d let me pick her up but she won’t. I’d put her in her house and give her food and water.
It’s very windy outside and she’d be better off in her house. I wonder if she was blown out of her nighttime roost.
I hope she’ll be ok.