‘ i was wondering if i’d come to the right hold, ’ is his greeting. he would love to run to her and embrace her, but it’s been a long day’s travel and he grows weaker by the day. she’ll come to him anyway, he’s certain, so he’s content to stay sat by this chicken coop with one of the small, little chicks in his hand. he doesn’t look up, but he smiles to himself. ‘ aren’t these the sweetest little things? ’