R.I.P. Chicken Little

Poor Chicken Little. All that is left of her is the feathery remains of what used to be. I understandably have shielded Jaxen from the sight of said feathers. The worst what-could-go-wrong scenario when leaving your beloved chickens in the care of others. Others who have giant Saint Bernards that break into their backyards for something quick to eat.

He does know that his chicken was, as we are assuming, eaten by some neighborhood animal. A big animal. These chickens aren't tiny (even though her name is Chicken Little).

We will get another chicken. Look at the bright side Jaxen, it will be a different breed and you will definitely be able to tell the difference between Chicken Little and Sparkles.