Honey Hen: Little Chicken, Big Impression
It’s hard to believe that I wrote this post almost a year ago. In the last twelve months, Green Hill Farm has said goodbye to a number of beloved pets, including Honey Chicken and Maud, our blue tick hound dog. Although letting go is always sad, I am forever grateful for knowing these animals and the beauty and lessons that graced our lives because of them.
Having just fed the barn kitties, I headed toward the chicken coop to gather eggs. On the way, I stopped and looked up, closing my eyes. I stood for a moment, letting the warmth of the afternoon sun wash over me. When I opened my eyes, I saw an autumn sky that was clear blue with wisps of clouds like white gossamer. The burnt colors of foliage lining the sheep paddock caught my attention; too little rain late in the summer had muted the usual fiery, fall palette. It was still a lovely sight, and it was perfect weather for Honey Hen to be outside in the fresh air. But then, I remembered.
Honey Hen, a pet chicken unable to walk well or lay eggs anymore, had become part of my day-to-day routine. Although she didn’t have perfect mobility, Honey was still a fairly healthy, hearty bird. She enjoyed being…
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