i know i've written about this before, and it's not new that chickens die in the jaws of predators, but when it happens it is jarring and shocking all over again. last night some little creature with jaws and a keen sense of self defense got into the chicken coop and must have been confronted by a few resident badass chickens. hillary's neck was snapped, and rosalind carter (nee rose nylund of the first golden girl flock) had a fatal head wound. according to the first man on the scene (and only person on the scene, the sole caretaker of our feathered flock, the hardest working family member, the man of my heart who is deserving of endless praise) david said it wasn't messy, they weren't eaten, and there was no perpetrator to be found.
so sadness reigns in the backyard today, and pictures of these pretty girls are here to remind us that they were beautiful. rose was 8 years old and still laying an egg from time to time. hillary would shout for the whole neighborhood to hear anytime anyone laid an egg. they were scrappy, and i'll miss them.
later, hillary.
goodbye, sweet old lady rose.
it's ok to grieve, and we don't expect a ton of sympathy. they're just chickens.
i think this lady had a very different relationship with her special pet chicken, but i enjoyed and empathized reading her blog post about her chicken's death..
http://riotranch.com/2015/06/does-anyone-say-im-sorry-when-your-chicken-dies/
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I'm sorry. I've been there when one of them is taken out. It's sad. I'll always be fond of the Golden Girls. Good bye Rose.
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