I am heartbroken. There are really no other words for it. On Friday night, our girls fell prey to a hungry raccoon. I will not go into the details, but I will say that I have never felt such anguish and anger all at once. While I know what happened is simply part of the circle of life, somehow that knowledge isn’t quite the band-aid my heart needs.
While I have raised cats, dogs, and a child, there was something different about these chickens. Maybe it was the fact that they symbolized the next step on my farming journey or perhaps it was because they taught me as much about myself as much as any animal can. Either way, they were a part of God’s creation, and I loved them, and now they are gone.
I will miss how Rosie jumped up on the lawn furniture every evening as the sun was setting. I will not be able to walk by the rock spiral without thinking about all the crickets who will now be safe from Lucinda and Oreo. There will be no “shoo”ing or “scoot”ing from the unprotected vegetables and no cooing as I get out of the car exclaiming, “Hey, Girls.”
And so on this Sunday night, I am sitting here trying to come up with profound words on the lessons I learned from the Sisters, but honestly, those words are not ready to come. It is quiet now on the farm, and honestly, it is very lonely.