This afternoon, I went out before the rain started again to make sure all the chickens were in. Melvin wasn't trailing behind Shaikira. I checked in the hen house and even looked under Cora Bell in case he was snuggling with his favorite, indulgent aunt. No Melvin. I climbed into the chicken run and looked under the ramp and in the bucket on it's side and behind the bail of hay. No Melvin. The squirrels had knocked the lid off of the trash can filled with crushed corn. When I picked the lid up off the ground, I leaned over the top of the bucket and saw the small black body of Melvin inside the can of corn. There were no injuries that I could see. The can was easy enough for him to hop in and out of, so I know he wasn't trapped inside.
You'll be missed by your Mom and our little corner of the blogosphere!
I'm sure he would thank everybody who followed his story, especially Christine who started his very own fan club! I can't believe it was such a short story!