Monday, June 3, 2013
Was it fate that I called Gracie a freak of nature one day and the next day "nature" takes notice of her and destroys her?
It looks like a fox targeted her and since she couldn't run well or fly at all, she had no escape.
I can't tell you, gentle reader, how sad this makes me.
She had so many struggles and fought back like a trouper to beat every single one.
And then a stinking fox, in broad daylight, with my front door open and the dogs and cats running in and out, has the gall to make her a meal.
It is senseless.
The other chickens are fine. but they are just chickens.
At least today.
Gracie was that one chicken exception that makes caring for chickens NOT a chore.
I am overwhelmed with 'Chicken Loss Despair'.
RIP sweet bird.