Yesterday morning I awoke as early as I normally do during the school year, to make sure I was on time for a meeting. Stepping outside to walk the dog, I was shocked when Fluffy 2, who had been on the run for over a month, joined us for the walk. Strolling across the lawn, she was less than two feet than the dog, talking the whole walk. It was if she was telling us all about her adventures. When we got back to the house, I went inside with the dog, then realized she was still standing by the door. With a handful of cracked corn, I sat on the walkway, hand-feeding her. She ate and ate, talking all the while.

Finally, it struck me. She was waiting for me to walk her back to the coop. Together, we walked to the coop, and I opened the door, and she happily joined her little flock. For weeks and weeks, she has wandered the area, living somewhere unknown. Now she was home.

Why did she leave? Why did she come back? Why did she suddenly decide she wanted back with the others? Joining them, she cooed with happiness, as did the others. She was back!

I will never know why she took off, or why she came back, but I do know that Fluffy 2 deciding to go on an adventure, and return, makes me smile.