Category — Homesteading

We lost one of our chickens yesterday. She was hit by a car, and, mercifully, appeared to have died instantly. Although we have prepared our boys and ourselves for the possibility since the day we got our chicks, it was still hard. I was impressed with how well the boys handled it, better than me, probably. I guess that’s what makes me a wannabe homesteader, because as much as I tell myself that farm animals are not pets, I still feel like crying about that silly bird.

Red, Trouble, and Thing 2 are blissfully unphased by the loss, and I suppose that I should follow their lead. Having a farm is as much about death as life, and if I want a farm some day, I’d better start getting used to the idea.

RIP Thing 1. You were as loved as any pea-brained chicken could ever be.