Oh no!!! I'm so sorry Blue
I have not been able to figure out why anybody in their right mind would have chickens. Obviously, I an not in my right mind, because I have 26 hens and pullets , a cockerel and a rooster. Yeasterday I had 27 hens and pullets. I don't have any idea whet happened to my sweet little Rainboe (yes, she was named after @EmmaRainboe) and was only 8 months old. When I went to close gates and doors last evening, I found her lying, not altogether peacefully, at the base of the old redbud tree. Food and water were close by and there was no sign of injury. Had she choked on something? It was not as hot today as it was all last week. She seemed fine that morning. I just don't know. Today I find I am not so much sad as mad. Perhaps this is how I grieve. I wasn't done with her yet, dammit! How dare Death come creeping into my turf and take something of mine without warning! Chickens actually HELP me stay in my right mind. They are so ... harmless. I just want to protect them, care for them, keep them safe.
I guess it's me I'm mad at. I failed her. I'm sorry, Rainboe.![]()


