This morning we lost one of our laying hens.
All our ladies are free rangers and with that freedom comes a certain amount of inherent danger.
Veruca, so named because of her hateful attitude when we first adopted her, succumbed to death by dog.
As sad as we were to lose a family member, particularly such a productive one, it served as a learning and bonding opportunity on all counts.
We cleaned and kept feathers for our dream catcher. Kept the bulk of the meat, and froze the remaining carcass to generate maggots for the other chickens when the weather warms.
Veruca, thank you for the companionship, entrainment, and countless eggs. May your chicken soul find peace in the hereafter.
You were very loved.