In Remembrance of Diana, who always ran around looking like she had a feathered coat on. I pulled that stray feather yesterday

She did a lot of crying and was always looking for a warm place to hide under another chick. Maybe she would have eventually outgrown it, but she was much different than her other siblings. I have never lost a chick before and I’m sure it won’t be my last, but I hope so.
I took lots of pictures yesterday. I sat with them nearly the entire day.
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