Sadly, Giggsy the guinea fowl left the Earth plane last night. It wasn’t Owen Bowen who got him but a random fox, and all that was left of him this morning was a few feathers.
Giggsy was a big character in every sense of the word. There’s a definite feeling of absence in Jan and Alain’s garden today, and a family of local foxes will be celebrating a full larder. The mirror in which the deceased used to admire himself leans forlornly against the fence, awaiting the appearance of his spirit.
Rest in peace, Giggsy. You are much missed, not least by Pearl, who wishes she’d got there first.