Lost my favorite girl about 4 hours ago. Hit by a car. Hard stuff to take. The road is long and straight and a over 100 yds from the coop. I'd started some work outside and the crew was anticipating some logs getting turned for Rolli Pollies, as I did. Then I went inside to grumble to myself about a new tool that was already rendered useless. They all made their way to the road. Wish it was me going down the road, I brake for animals. Happy though that she died so quickly and not another predator heartbreak that are so prevalent here.
Just went out and saw the rest of them near the coop and had the thought that I'd be locking them down for the night in about 1/2 hour and they'd come running like they always do. But "they're just chickens now". The routine is gone forever. Probably a grief thing But that was my thought. RIP dear gal.
Just went out and saw the rest of them near the coop and had the thought that I'd be locking them down for the night in about 1/2 hour and they'd come running like they always do. But "they're just chickens now". The routine is gone forever. Probably a grief thing But that was my thought. RIP dear gal.
