Friday, February 1, 2008
Pete went out tonight to feed the girls and shut them in for the night and could only find one of the brood alive. Two missing and one headless. It could be the work of a neighborhood dog or maybe a fox that has been seen around lately. I am so, so sad about this. Maybe I'm not cut out to be a farm girl, if it comes with the reality of chicken massacres. They were doing so well and giving us about three eggs each day. I didn't have the heart to tell the boys before they went to bed tonight. Sophie heard Pete and I talking about it and gave me a sweet bit of comfort with a hug and some company in the kitchen after I heard the news and searched for awhile outside for a sign of the others. Maybe they'll turn up in the morning.