Farewell to Clara

One chicken down tonight. Came home to find all the girls at the fence calling to me with more frantic abandon than usual, and found Clara stiff as a dead chicken in the run. She’d looked unhappy for some time, and I guess we knew it was a get over it or don’t kind of thing. Another small hole dug under the trees; another life returns to the land to grow life anew. So long little chicken, and thanks for all the eggs.

If I needed a grin after that, I need only look to auntie beeb

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