I followed that giant chicken foot into the thick underbrush the best I could, but to be honest I just couldn’t keep up.
Whatever giant bird was attached to that thing knew the woods so well that it was impossible to maintain pace and it seemed to just slide through the foliage like it didn’t even exist.
At one point I was following the dream of wood smoke and a faraway rustle.
I went out yesterday and today trying to find where it could be resting… or roosting, but there was no trace of the bird, the chimney smoke or a broken path through the trees where it would have crashed along.
I’ll have to ask Barbie about what I saw, she’s sure to know something.