The Rooster's Dawn

Previously

…He spent the morning with Henrietta, his presence a constant, comforting shadow. He’d forage for the plumpest grubs, presenting them to her with a flourish, his proud crow announcing each successful find. He’d stand sentinel at the coop’s entrance, his sharp eyes scanning the perimeter, his every muscle tensed for any sign of danger. But today, the farmyard seemed unusually calm. No shadow of a hawk crossed