Reba, one of our sweet hens has died. She was always the first one to come jump in my lap. I think this was because she was also the one who always found a way out of the chicken yard. The minute she got out, she would realize she wanted back in! She would squawk and squawk until I came out to the garden to see what was going on. Then she'd come running up to me, and sort of squat down so I would pick her up and return her to her sisters.
Here she is, the Buff Orpington. |
We'll miss you Reba!!
Love ya'll,
Shelli
Let life be as beautiful as summer flowers
And death as beautiful as autumn leaves.
~Rabindranath Tagore
And death as beautiful as autumn leaves.
~Rabindranath Tagore
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