Happy Harvest Blog
New dimension
There was a death in the family yesterday. One of the red layer hens died in the coop. They do that. They go in the coop (not the nest box), hunch up, pull in their feet and their heads, close their eyes, and go to "sleep"- really a pre-death trance. Their combs go pale, and they depart slowly. The whole transition seems very peaceful, and like a death happens by degrees. You can look at them in the last hours, and they aren't dead yet, but they aren't all there either.
No more Inky
Inky is gone. She wasn't in her tree and I searched, and found a half dozen black and iridescent green feathers. I'm heartbroken, and I've already been having a hard few weeks. I want to get out of chickens, because it hurts too much. I can't protect them 100% and let them range. It's captivity, or risk. It's not fair though, it's like they know which are my favorites, and get the special ones first.
First strawberries of the year!
In the background these days, we are coping with the discovery that our beautiful dog, missing since April, died a long horrible death. He was a five minute walk away on our neighbour's property, and I am in disbelief and pain that I did not find him while he was still alive. He was a good and sweet dog and deserved much better. I cry every day.
Instagram.
I may not make a blog post every day, but at least I Insta.
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