Dear Diary,

I don’t blog really, but Gaga is still not home.
I don’t know where she went.
She was there…and then she wasn’t. I don’t understand.
We were all pecking in the garden in the afternoon, Thelma & Louise were bullying the cat, the human came and gave us some tasty tomatoes… all was well.
But when we went to bed last night, she wasn’t there.
The human is upset. She’s looked for her yesterday, I’ve heard her call all over. Today she went looking for her again, even sat on the big white thing and went all over the fields around, but she came home without Gaga.
I looked too, I even went into the big field, but she’s not there.
Where is my friend?

Yours,

Upset Sia