Churned earth mingled with scattered feathers. The cage moved as futile fingers clawed at the trap door.
I caught a killer.
I rejoiced–and mourned.
This thing, this animal, this fluff-ball, killed three babies. Three tiny chickens. He killed them and ate them.
Trudie and I gathered the remaining supplies for the horse show, and we left.
Our horses performed well for their experience levels. Sidney needed to be led during his classes for safety reasons. He’s never been to a “real” horse show before, so he had no idea how to act or feel.
Honey’s shown once before. Last time she won two seventh places. This time she won a third (out of three horses–but she listened well!) and two fifth-place ribbons. They’re hanging in the tack room, along with Trudie’s ribbon from a previous horse show.
Suzi Q’s owner and Sidney’s owner came to visit, and both were exceedingly helpful. They held horses and came back to Firefly Farm when we realized we’d left behind Sidney’s bridle (oh-so-important!) and then needed a different saddle. They also took photos.
Once everyone loaded back up and we traveled back to the barn, I remembered.
The caged killer.
He curled up harmlessly at one end of the wire jail and peered at me with soft black eyes. His ringed tail wrapped around a chubby body, his masked face innocent.
Sometime soon, I’ll drive the killer to meet an ugly kitty.
