I'm a Christian and I believe there are animals in Heaven. If not what would be the point of animal lovers going there. I'm not trying to be a wise guy, I'm serious. I believe I will see my animals in Heaven.
I thought, when I began translating the text, that I would make it to the end without crying. Surely I wouldn't get emotional from reading it in the slow and chopped-up way you do when you translate? I mean, you'll lose all the flow. And sure enough, I kept translating, and I was fine. No lump in the throat whatsoever... For about two thirds of the text. Then came the part about Lovis crying, and lo, what started creeping up at the back of my throat, if not that familiar old cramping feeling...
It says on the writer's profile that she writes for a living. It makes me curious as to her other works. I mean, if she can turn me into a whimpering heap with a blog post, imagine what she can do with a novel...
It doesn't say. I have to guess he's a mix. But he surely is one fine specimen. He's my favorite color (crele, or very similar at least), has my favorite comb type (tiny and flat) and my favorite chicken personality (tame as a dog). Would surely have loved to have a younger version of him in my flock.
So lovely that their family had the ability to open their hearts to this dear boy and give him the happy ending he so deserved.
Thank you for taking the time to translate and share with the rest of us.
Every day I learn from my animals.
It rained yesterday. Rained and rained. Our old rooster followed a long buried impulse and... Escaped. Disappeared. Didn't return come nightfall, even though he should. Our chickens usually always come home for the night (in the summertime they always roam free, and they generally never even go out on the road).
Sjuse is blind in one eye and between five and ten years old. In his former flock he was a bit of an outcast, even here in the beginning, he'd lived as a punching bag his whole life. When he came to us he mostly just stood and stared in a corner. He was depressed. And who wouldn't be, if you never got to play.
He has recovered. We don't have so many hens that he suffers mentally from his low status. Slowly we've seen him turn out towards the world and even though he still keeps to himself, he's not lowest in rank anymore.
But yesterday he disappeared. We looked. And I was so sad, because Lovis, Idun and the neighboring children had taken Sjuse on, tended to him and built a hotel for him and everything.
But today there was a knock on the door. Our neighbors had happened to see him during the morning walk, Sjuse strutting around by the car painting workshop some distance away. I'm so happy and grateful for them picking him up and carrying him home. Occasionally, you need to do that with old men astray.
Today he's been standing on one leg in the hen house sleeping all day.