It’s a mystery…

No Solo this morning!

 Arriving at the shed I see the 2 little ones going around in circles in the chicken coop and calling out, but no Solo?

 I get behind the coop and open the wooden door to their nest…no Solo.

 I walk around the fence, not a feather, not a hole or a crack in the fence to slip in… How did he get out? could it have been stolen?

 A fox would have killed the 3 guinea fowls and we would have found some feathers. But there is nothing. Not a clue.

When the heat drops in the evening, I’ll go around the sheep fence, see if anyone’s sheared a passage.

 Geoff hasn’t had any lunch. he’s gone to lie down. He is gutted.

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