Saturday, April 7, 2012
... on changes.
But there's been more sadness. Sometimes having chooks can really wrench at my heart, for they become pets as well as livestock. I don't know who it was that said "If you have livestock, you're going to have deadstock." but that's what's been happening. Four chooks have died from various ailments in the past few weeks, with the most recent departure our beloved and handsome Pekin rooster, Boyd, who had some kind of fit and just... expired. He was a lovely little feathery man. It's such a shame. My Ma has resolved never to get attached to chickens ever again, a resolution I know she will uphold until the next time the produce shop has silver-laced Wyandottes for sale.