"Mom, we have 31 chickens now!"
by Embrace Country Life on 04/24/12This post is written by Julia (age 9):
After we finished feeding the horses, I heard a noise from the chickens' stall so I told my dad and he said they were just playing. But then we checked the stall and the chickens were huddled in a corner. So my dad walked in to see what was the matter and he said a chicken died. Then he got a shovel and said, "You can go inside and I'll take care of the chicken." Then when I got inside, that's when I told my mom, "We have 31 chickens now." Alicia didn't do barn chores because her hair was wet from the shower. She asked so many questions about the chicken and it got annoying. Then, I went in the living room and opened the window and asked my dad if the chicken was really dead. He said, "Yes." Then I asked, "What did you do with it?" and he said, "Buried it." I said, "That fast?" He said, "Yes." The end!
Yes, one of our chickens joined the many generations that went before her in the great chicken coop in the sky. And I'm sure if there was a contest to see who could bury an animal the fastest, my money would be on Cliff. He has buried more animals over the last 15 years than I can remember. He has dug big holes and small holes in the middle of the summer, the early winter, and many in the spring. Our girls have become somewhat resilient to death seeing the circle of life on the farm. They have hatched eggs from an incubator and witnessed the deadly fall of one of their horses. The joy and sadness. Another day in the country.
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