Keeping Chickens Newsletter

Well about 3 months ago he started leaving every morning and no one would see him till just at dark, he would come back to our back yard and roost, and sometimes he would not come home at night. I was used to him and had grown to like him. Finally a lady down the street told me that she knew where he was going. About ¾ mile from our house there was a couple that had a pen full of chickens. The pen was built to where he could not get in, but he would just set on their fence and crow all day, then walk the side walk back to our house. He did this each day, ¾ mile one way. I drove down there and the couple was setting in their back yard, so I stopped and asked to come in their back yard to talk to them, but they would not answer me. I finally just opened the gate and walked over to them and introduced myself. They were John Myron & Ruby Pascal, he is 93 ½ and she is 93 years old, they just did not hear me. They have the chickens and have a garden. She still drives. He has had cancer on his face and has lost sight in one eye and walks in a "walker", but he still mows their lawn. They lost a daughter to cancer a couple of years ago and have a son in Houston and one in Oklahoma. They have been such an inspiration to me. I help them with their garden and what ever, sometimes we just set and talk. Well one day I went down there to see them and they were gone and someone told me that they was put into the nursing home in Weimar. Sue and I went to see them and she thought that they was in the hospital and that she would be home in a couple of days, we did not think so, but lo & behold she called me a couple of days later and she was home and someone or something got all her chickens. A few days ago I