Did ya'll know our chicken died?
Yeah.
Poor little chicken.
It's been a few months.
We've dealt.
One morning we noticed a racoon running through our yard and into the woods. We were excited by it, as these nocturnal animals aren't something you normally see during daylight hours.
A couple of hours later I went out to check on the chicken, and found her dead.
Rigormortis hadn't yet set in.
We think the raccoon was the culprit but was scared away
before he could remove her or consume her.
Poor little Hanna.
She sure made a good chicken pot pie though.
NO!
That's terrible!
I'm terrible.
Chuck buried her.
We had a small service.
Recently, Charley and I decided to make a stone to mark her grave.
We used a kit from Wal-mart.
It worked out pretty well, though I think they should have included two face masks and two sets of gloves since the instructions indicated the maker was aware the kid was going to need a fair amount of help in the process. Why not just throw a mama some protective gear?
Charley sifted through our bag-o-magnets
(or maggots as she sometimes calls them) to find the embellishments.
I think she did quite well.
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She did do very well. Best looking tombstone I've ever seen.
ReplyDeleteAWWWWWWWWWW. This is just... aawwwwwwwww. Dangit. Hanna. Stupid raccoon. Dern circle of life.
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