There was evidence that a fowl had been subjected to rough handling.
Last week, all was well with the flock.
This week, a single glove.
Signs of a struggle.
The flock, nowhere to be found.
No gore, no carcass.
Just a mysterious glove.
Necessity is the mother of invention.
It is almost Thanksgiving.
Was free range the only way to put food on the table?
Hunger and struggle are everywhere.
Turkey feathers are my reminder to help.
World Food Programme
I am so blessed with much to be thankful for.
Best wishes to you and your family.
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