Because it was a daytime marauder who took the life of this beautiful chicken, our Little Red Hen (Reddie, for short). She was our Best Girl. Always friendly, curious, and happy to see us. And happy to take a bit of goodness right from our fingers or hand, ever so gently.
When I went to shut in our girls last night, I noticed the chicken yard full of her pretty red feathers. And no Reddie on the perch. A fox? A dog? We'll never know. We feel pretty sure it wasn't a hawk, because she was no lightweight. What I really don't like to think about is her last moments. So instead I think about the fact that she knew we loved her, she was well-cared for, and led a very happy chicken life.
Sylvan was sobbing this morning when he heard the news. He drew her a picture.
Such sad news! Red hen Minnie nearby was gotten by a fox a few days ago. Her very sad girl has a recipe book of Minnie's favorite meals, such as dandelion fluff mixed with just the right amount of water(probably served in a teacup). Your Reddie had such a good life, lucky girl.
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Gentle moments to dear Sylvan and all of Reddie's earthly family these sad days. Yes, think of the love she was given, the love she returned. Life begins and ends. Thankfully whatever pain she knew is now passed.
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XO,
Ana
I'm sorry about your Red Hen. I get it. She was beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry Iris.
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