Go, you chicken fat, go away!

I failed to mention yesterday that as soon as I turned on to the Floodway path, I saw my wife and Vanessa on their morning walk.  I was able to grab a drive by smooch.  Today as I approached the Floodway I saw a lady walking towards me, and my first thought was, "Do I get another kissy today?"  But I immediately noticed that it was not my wife.  Then I saw another figure up the way, but could tell that it was a runner with a dog.  And it was a man.  But then I saw two females approaching.  One of them appeared to be my wife, but the other did not look like Vanessa.  So as they got closer I could definitely tell that it was my wife, but who was this other mystery woman?  It wasn't until I was right up to them that I could tell it was Sister Green from the ward.  I stole another smooch from my wife and continued on my way.  I could see that the other runner had moved over to the RWCD Canal road.  He stopped to catch his breath or for his dog to catch his breath.  He started again and now I wasn't too far behind him.  I wondered if I'd be able to catch him at my incredibly slow pace.  Then his dog stopped to take a look in the Canal.  The owner only let him stop for a second before he got him going again.  But about 20 feet later the dog said, "I need a break", and it went down in the Canal to cool off.  So I passed them.  I was feeling better than yesterday, so I did another loop.  When I got almost to my house I saw two birds in the road.  One of them looked like it had a broken wing.  I felt pity on it so I scooped it up and brought it home.  I laid it in the shade of a tree.  Then I went inside and grabbed a scoop of chicken feed so that I could feed our last remaining chicken.  (Either our dog or our pig killed the other one about a week ago.  They were both eating it.)  I gave the bird about 5 pellets and continued to the backyard to feed the chicken.  When I came back I grabbed a gallon of water that we had randonmly sitting in the front yard.  I was going to pour it some water.  But when I got to it, it had rolled over on its back like it was about to die.  The other bird was there, too, but it flew away as I approached.  I noticed the pellets were gone.  I turned it back over and tried giving it water.  But the poor thing died right there in front of me.  Now I have a couple of theories about how it may have died.  The most obvious is that I poisoned it with chicken feed.  I think if that were the case there would be more dead doves around.  My second theory is that the other bird came and ate all the pellets and pecked at the injured/dying bird to the point where it couldn't recover.  My third theory is that it had been struck by a car which caused the broken wing and some possible internal injuries which it succumbed to.  Luckily today was trash today and I was able to lay it to rest...in the top of the trash can.