I really hate to write this post but we lost one of our girls over New Years Eve. Poor Henrietta was done in by a hawk.
We weren’t even here – we were still out-of-town for the holidays. My neighbors who were taking care of the chickens found her and took care of her. And the wonderful people actually wrapped her body, took her home and buried her properly in their backyard.
Still, I grieved. I actually grieved for a chicken.
I really didn’t think that it would affect me that much but apparently I’ve become much more attached to those silly girls than I realized. After a couple of days, I was feeling much better but I still have had trouble writing this post.
So, here it is. If you hear me talk about my 3 girls, now you know what happened to the fourth.