Supper without a clue
Cute chicken family from former host family
During our 2 months of training, both of our host families had a yard full of chickens and peeps. They were noisy, nasty (chicken poop everywhere in the yard), and always underfoot. Yet, they provided hours of viewing entertainment.
Our current host family does not own any chickens, which is a good thing by us. Where there are chickens, there is usually one or more roosters and they make a lot of racket 24/7. Nonetheless, about three days ago a single chicken (pic #1) showed up unexpectedly in our yard. No one mentioned it and I didn’t ask. I privately nicknamed it “Supper.” Sure enough, yesterday I heard a quick, loud, desperate cry and well … I haven’t seen Supper since. Pretty sure the host family was eating baked chicken last night. It doesn’t pay to get attached to animals here in SA.
Note: I don’t think the host family eats any kind of meat more than once a week. Not semi-vegetarians by choice; it’s a money issue.
The chicken you named “Supper” your host family might have called “Manna.”