Five days has gone by since John and I last saw Rachael. We are not certain of her fate, except that we know the landlord caught her.
The morning after we saw Rachael being chased around, I called the landlord. Actually, one of her assistants answered the phone. "Did you catch the chicken yesterday?," I asked. "Yes we did," she curtly replied. I continued, hoping that they still had Rachael in their possession and that she would end up in a good home. "The SPCA said they would take it to a good home if you caught it." Angela quickly replied, "Ya, I think that's what we did, took her to the SPCA!" I couldn't just let it go. I HAD to know. She was after all, OUR chicken, and she WAS Rachael. "Are you sure you took her to the SPCA?" I said. "I'll go verify -- Do you want me to?" she asked. "Please," I replied.
She left and returned in about 15 seconds. "We got it and we got it taken care of, so" and she immediately stopped talking. She was speaking to me very strangely and matter of factly with a different tone than she had been using earlier. I quickly said, "You're not going to tell me what you did with her, are you?" There was silence for about three seconds and then she hung up the phone.
John called the SPCA and asked if anybody had brought in a chicken. They told him no.
I am hoping Rachael is somewhere safe and content tonight.