The Rise and Fall of Ducky and Spinny

A few weeks ago, Brett and I tried to purchase a new lawn mower and came home with a baby chicken.

Macey was thrilled. ("Oh!! OH!!! Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!!) Miles immediately named it "Ducky" but shortly thereafter amended that to "Ducky and Spinny" because both names were made that much cooler by not having to choose between them.

Ducky and Spinny lived in a box in our laundry room while he was small and cute, but was banished to our outdoor pantry as he (she?) became increasingly mobile. Even so, we played with him almost every day and Miles liked chasing him around the yard while Macey preferred pointing and grunting.

Last Thursday, we forgot to put Ducky and Spinny back into his closet for the night. The next morning Miles came running inside with a handful of telltale feathers, shouting, "Ducky and Spinny is gone!!! I can't find him anywhere! He's gone!!" Oops.

We will probably never be certain what happened to Ducky and Spinny, but that means that we also technically can't rule out the possibility that he did, in fact, go to find his chicken friends, as we told Miles. At any rate, don't worry about Miles, dear reader; he didn't remain concerned about Ducky and Spinny for long. A couple of days later, Mamaw and Papaw got an 8-week old Beagle puppy named Patches. Last night I caught Miles setting tiny little Patches on top of a hill and pushing him over... When I saw this I shouted, "Stop!! Miles, why are you doing that?" He looked up at me, slightly offended, and said, "I was just teaching him how to roll over!"

Ducky and Spinny might be better off with his chicken friends...