Today’s post was going to be super good. It was. So good it would make you both laugh and cry. And want to read more. And never stop reading. Ever.
But that didn’t happen.
Instead, something very sad happened.
I went to lunch with friends today, partly because it’s my birthday (no applause, please), and partly because I like hanging out with my friends occasionally. My Hunny took the day off work to get stuff done for me around the house.
I came home, after lunch and a little birthday shopping, to a somber Hunny. He said he had bad news. I thought he was joking.
He had bad news. Very bad news.
A hawk killed Peep.
Peep was the only chicken I raised from a chick of a week old. She was my fancy girl, with her hammer pants. She wasn’t very bright. At all.
But she would jump in my lap when I sat on the porch.
She ate coconut out of my hand. She gave the dogs what for. Peep was the best backyard chicken anyone could ask for.
This hawk, it was watching. Hawks swoop down all the time. They watch the girls. This mean hawk followed Peep into her favorite hiding place.
My Hunny had just finished burying my favorite chicken in the backyard when I got home. He’s a good Hunny.
So my apologies for being so photo intense today. So sad. So chicken focused. I’ll be back tomorrow.
Until I write again …
Flea
