When I came home from Lorelei's class today, I found we had lost a chicken. I believe she had choked to death on something. When I found her, she was already cold. I got a large box and put her in it, and thanked her for all she's done for us. I stroked her soft feathers and told her I hoped she had a good life, and that she was treated well. I said goodbye.
I am a little sad about this, I won't lie. I've lost a good worker and a pretty girl. I only hope that I did right by her while she was here.
After years of talking the talk, I'm finally walking the walk--and have the boots to prove it.
Living on a beautiful piece of land in a small house, we are turning to the earth to provide for us and others. I am a "jane of all trades", working the land, tending to animals, and doing things that many people just don't do anymore. Teaching our children to be good stewards, and relearning the skills ourselves is our goal.