Yes, indeed-y do! I had someone show up at the barn this morning who has been missing this summer. You guessed it - Bran (pronounced "brawn") is back!
No sooner had I finished feeding the sheep and headed for the water hose to water the flower beds when I heard a very familiar squawking at the barn. There he was.
He was chatting away in what I can only assume was an account of his summer travels - I've been here, here, and here and ate this, this and that. And while I was there I saw this, this and that other thing. He honestly rattled on and on much the same as a second-grader returning from a summer away and making sure all his friends knew every-little-thing he did that summer. It was the same for Bran.
The only thing was, after telling him it did my heart good to see him again, was he switched to the "Where's my egg?" mode towards the end of his conversation with me.
So, like a friend, I did what anyone would have done...
...I went and got him an egg! Welcome back, dear friend!