Thursday, 25 April 2013
Death comes as The End.
At this moment one of my chickens, snowflake, is dying outside in the garden, and what really gets me is that there is nothing I can do to help her, I cant explain to her what is happening, I can't reassure her, I can't stop flys buzzing around her and I can't stop her dying.
It sucks, for her as well as for me.
However there is one miracle in this sad day, my other chickens are standing guard around her, making sure she isn't taken by a fox, (or cat), letting her know she isn't alone, a small help before the End.
That is caring.
Goodbye my baby, we love you.