I'm still not exactly sure how it happened, but something — likely a raccoon — got into the chicken coop last night.
Bubba and The Colonel are dead. Wanda is hurt pretty bad, and we'll have to put her down today.
I'll spare you the details. Life's just unfair sometimes. Sometimes, that's all you need to say. And sometimes that's all you can say.
You're mother's pretty upset. About the birds we've lost and about the daughter who, when she wakes up later this morning, is going to be asking to go feed the chickens — "chick-ahn, chick-ahn" – like she always does.
You won't understand. Heck, I'm 30 years your senior and sometimes I don't understand. That's life. And death.
Love,
dad
4 comments:
That's lousy. Sorry to hear it. Hope Spike wraps her head around it OK.
That totally bites. I'm so sorry. Growing up on a farm, I know exactly how you feel and how difficult it will be for Spike to understand.
Got any traps? Sounds like a good opportunity for Spike to sample her first raccoon stew.
Sorry, though - that sucks.
Sorry to hear that!! That sucks! Poor spike will be so confused when they aren't there. So sad....
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