Standing in the driveway, a little muddy, a small scratch on her beak—but alive and well.
Finn scooped her up with eyes squeezed tight, as if afraid she might vanish again. He wouldn’t let her go, not for breakfast, not for school, not even for a moment. And as I watched, I noticed something tied to her leg—a tiny red ribbon and a small tag.
The tag read:
“Returned. She chose to come back.”
I didn’t say anything. I just watched as Finn held Nugget close, the weight of the past year lifting slightly from his small shoulders.
We managed to get Finn to eat some toast, Nugget perched loyally on his shoulder, nibbling at the crumbs. But when the school bus came, Finn refused to leave her side.
“He needs to be around other kids,” I told my partner, Liam.
“I know,” Liam said, watching Finn carefully. “But look at him. He’s terrified she’ll disappear again.”
So, we let him stay home—a temporary decision, just for today. Finn spent the whole day reading his favorite storybook to Nugget, both of them finding comfort in each other’s company.
As evening approached, a rusty old pickup truck pulled into our driveway. An elderly woman with kind eyes stepped out.
“Hello,” she said warmly. “I believe you have my chicken.”
My heart jumped. “Your chicken?”
She smiled. “Nugget is a little adventurer. She’s wandered before.”
The woman explained that she had found Nugget tangled in her garden fence. After helping her, she tied the ribbon and tag, hoping Nugget would find her way back.
“Thank you,” I said, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude. “You have no idea how much she means to him.”
The woman knelt down to Finn’s level and said gently, “Hello, Finn. Nugget told me you’re very brave.”
Finn’s eyes lit up. “She talks?”
The woman chuckled. “In her own special way, she does.”
Finn hugged her tightly, whispering, “Thank you.”
That evening, she stayed for dinner, sharing stories about her chickens and how special they were. Before she left, she handed Finn a small, worn book about a little bird who always found her way home.
The next morning, Finn waved to Nugget from the school bus with a bright smile, clutching the book to his chest. Nugget pecked happily in her coop, a steady reminder that kindness and connection could heal even the deepest wounds.
The life lesson?
It’s about the resilience of the human spirit, the bond between unlikely friends, and the power of kindness from a stranger. Sometimes the smallest gestures—like returning a lost chicken—can bring light to someone’s darkest days.
Never underestimate the impact of a simple act of kindness. You might just help someone find their way home.
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