The sad story of the little black hen…

Lucky the hen

 

This little black hen was the pet of the children and the owners of Adventurers Backpacker Hostel. The hostel we have been staying in for over 2 weeks while waiting for Matilda, our van, to be repaired. The hen had the run of the place and at meal time would wander around the kitchen cleaning up any dropped scraps. (I did a post when we moved here and you can see it by clicking here)

On Monday when I went to the office to pay for the next weeks accommodation They asked me if I had seen the hen as it had not been seen since Saturday. She told me the hen’s story.

Approx 8-10 years ago they were given this young pullet. They let it roam around but suddenly heard such a commotion, squawking and flapping, when they rushed outside it was too late, the dog had savaged the chook. So they threw it in the bin. A short while later, when walking past the bin, they heard scrabbling noises, and looking inside found that the chook had “miraculously” come back to life. They nursed it back to health and called it “Lucky”. (good job they hadn’t buried it)

So back to the present: They put lost notices around the hostel and along the street, but no one replied to them.

Next day I noticed a crowd of hostellers were gathered, loud excited voices, arms waving and gesticulating, and in the centre of them a police woman was taking notes. The plot thickens…

Later when every one had dispersed and all was back to normal, being a “nosey parker”, I went to find one of the regulars who I was sure would know the full story…

She told me one of the hostellers had been at a BBQ on Saturday and another hosteller arrived with a chicken, all plucked and cut up, ready to be cooked on the BBQ. The chicken bearer was very drunk and boasting about how he had “found” this chook. The second hosteller noticed all the black stubs of feathers left in the skin but thought nothing of it till he saw the lost notices next day.

The owner and her children were very distraught, all the regular residents were very angry, but nothing could be done as it was only hear say.

What about the supposed culprit? Well he packed his bags and disappeared.

 

Categories: accomadation, Australia, australian travel, Townsville | Tags: , | 9 Comments

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9 thoughts on “The sad story of the little black hen…

  1. getsetandgo

    Awww.. That’s so sad… How could someone do this?

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  2. Oh this is awful – poor lucky! 😦

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  3. That is such a sad story. I’m sorry to hear of the demise of any pet. 😦

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  4. That is really sad. 😦

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  5. How sad for the all the kids

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  6. OOHHHH NO!

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    • pommepal

      This hostel has quite a number of long-term residents, mostly single males who work in Townsville, They were the ones most upset. I heard one of them say “Good job he’s gone I would “knee-cap” him if I caught him” Sentiments were running high.

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