After his abrupt departure from Aussie, you may be wondering what happened to Mr Sanchez.
Nothing was known for many months, then an eagle eyed observer noted that he had been seen.
It turns out that a slightly dazed Mr Sanchez landed in the middle of Baghdad, just as the Americans were about to liberate it from an oppressive, undemocratic military regime which didn't sell oil for their SUV's and with replace it with one which would sell them oil, at discounted prices. Needless to say, this was not a good place to be a chicken.
Mind you, a resourceful chicken can find their way out of many tight scrapes, as has been shown before. And Mr Sanchez is nothing if not resourceful. It turns out that he managed hitch a ride on the bus that smuggled Saddam out of Baghdad and off to his new hiding place. One more chicken on a bus full of them was not going to attract too much attention.
The problem was that when they reached the bunker, it became immediately obvious that the other chickens were meant to sustain Saddam and his crew until things blew over. This looked like trouble for Mr Sanchez, but he managed to convince his now captors of a number of things. That his money laundering and smuggling skills were of value to them, that he was not hallal, and not a CIA spy. The most difficult of these was convincing them that he was not hallal, but once he managed to do that, it was obvious that he was not CIA. Any chicken clever enough to convince 5 hungry Iraqi's that he is not suitable for dinner is obviously far to clever to be working for the US government.
However useful his money laundering and smuggling skills were to Saddam and his supporters, they did not have time to put them into practice, for on December 13, the Americans rolled in. While they made big news of the fact that they had captured Saddam, the mysterious appearance of a previously unknown chicken was a source of confusion to them. While the other prisoners were shipped to Guantanimo Bay, Mr Sanchez was sent to a top secret base Koh Samui, in Thailand. Things that normal people wake up sweating about were not only legal, but were marketed to tourists. It is amazing what even a Scot will pay for when it is marketed as being a fast and detox in a tropical location.
The days Mr Sanchez spent there were harrowing. He was daily subjected to the most harrowing tortures involving pipes and liquids going places and directions that pipes and liquids should not go. The pictures below do not even scratch the surface of the nightmare. Even more worrying was the knowledge that it was just a matter of time before someone in the CIA realised that the mysterious chicken they captured in Iraq was known to DEA.
Fortunately, the US troops holding him were more interested in beating up and taking photos of the larger prisoners than keeping a close eye on him. One afternoon he seized his moment and made a bid for escape.
The details of how Mr Sanchez got out of the country are even more horrific than his time in captivity, and involved having to do things that even a drug dealer blanched at. As this is a family environment, we will not report on them further. On the plus side he managed to score some damned good blow on his way out.