Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Sad Sad News
The girls and I had a few errands to run this evening. When we got home we noticed that the chicken pen was upturned and then we saw a hunting dog run out of it. Turns out that all three of our sweet hens were killed. We buried Emma, the little black one. There was nothing left of Fanny to bury and no sign of Jane. We did not see evidence of Jane's feathers so we are hoping that maybe she got away but we know that is wishful thinking. We are bearing up well enough but it still hurts.
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I am so sorry about your hens. They seem so helpless. Maybe Jane is hiding somewhere? They like to roost up high on something at night. They feel safer that way. Maybe she is in a nearbye tree?
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