Last night, something (we're guessing it was a weasel--or a whole army of weasels) got into the chicken house and massacred the chickens. I mean eviscerated, dismembered, and all that. E discovered the carcasses when I sent him out to open their door. Naturally everyone is very heartbroken (especially Z).
We had a little chicken funeral in the rain this afternoon, and planted this peony on their grave.
If you would indeed behold the spirit
of death, open your heart wide
unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the
river and sea are one.
--Kahlil Gibran
I am sorry. I had a similar experience as a child, and it was one I hoped never to relive, but did with my own children. My heart goes out to you.
ReplyDeleteOhhhhh. So feeling for you and the boys.
ReplyDeleteSo sad. I'm sorry to hear this.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry. I also had a similar experience with a child and a litter of bunnies and probably a coyote. So sorry.
ReplyDeleteOh man--that's horrible, particularly to find them like that. So sorry to hear this.
ReplyDeleteOh that stinks. :(
ReplyDeleteWe feel your pain. Went from 40 last august to the 11 we have now...lost to a series of roaming dog attacks then most recently a fox family moving in on the property.
We've just adopted a Livestock Guardian dog...so, we'll see how that goes.