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Henrietta - not sure it helps, but I know exactly how you are feeling and how dreadful it is. When the hawk took my favorite hen, I cried for days. I am not an idiot, I understand about predators and the circle of life. But I loved that chicken like one of my children. It has been more than a year, and I am still shocked at how much I miss her. I've lost quite a few, some don't hurt as much. And I have to say, after four years, sometimes I can lose one and not feel really bad (I always feel guilty, though).
I am sure my friends think I am crazy to have such grief over chickens, but I love them, and miss them when they are gone (and no, it does not help to know that the death was a fast one...)
Hugs to you. Getting more chickens helps.
The chicken love of my life: Ethel (and some of her Wyandotte friends who I never really grieved over anyway).
I am sure my friends think I am crazy to have such grief over chickens, but I love them, and miss them when they are gone (and no, it does not help to know that the death was a fast one...)
Hugs to you. Getting more chickens helps.
The chicken love of my life: Ethel (and some of her Wyandotte friends who I never really grieved over anyway).