My farm is truly blessed
© Kathy Ralph 2011
One day an old sick
cocky flew in. I called
him Grandpa
His feathers were torn and grey with age and
he had beak and feather disease, but he stayed
with us for several months.
He still ate with the others but he was always
alone. I wondered about his memories.
Missions he had flown and how he came to be
alone. One day he never came. He never came
the next day or the next. I wonder...
