There is a new, chicken-shaped star in the sky tonight. It was obviously very sickly, which is why it was dumped I guess, and didn't survive the evening.
Still, she had her hair washed and blow-dried before she went, and judging by the state of her, probably received more love in her last few hours than the rest of her life put together.
My wife has talked about having some chickens for a while now though, and I now know that our daughter is very keen, so if anybody has any tips, we are all ears.
And to the animal who dumped Charlie in the bin in the first place, may your karma catch up with you one day.
....
