I told you about my baby chicks in the last post and today I have a sad thing to tell you. My Auracanas did not make it. They looked a little puny after a day and yesterday one of them just sat and did not do anything and this morning the second one looked unwell. I knew it was just a matter of time. David, as usual, took care of the bodies for me, like he’s done ever since we’ve been married and I have had pets. He’s less attached than me. Sometimes you get sickly animals when you least expect it. We had a dog once who was always nervous. She was scared of her own shadow. When I’d walk her, she would shy away from mailboxes. We always wondered if she had poor eyesight or some nerve condition. And one day she just up and died. No warning or anything.
Growing up on a farm there was always the chance of an animal dying. We had cows, pigs, one sheep, a horse, chickens, ducks, guineas, rabbits, dogs and cats. There was always the chance of one of them dying or being part of a, ahem, meal. So we learned early not to get too attached to the animals that were our food. We did have one bull calf we named Penny because he was a beautiful copper color. I helped hand raise him and he grew up big and strong and lord over all the cows. But he was destined to be meat for our table and one day, the man who did the butchering, came to our house and shot him and dressed him for my father. I stayed in the house all day and cried. I vowed I would never eat any meat my mother cooked from him. Long story short, my appetite got the better of my sadness and I did help eat Penny. But I still remember how beautiful he was. If this disturbs some of you, just remember that was and is farm life. Most people don’t get to see where their food comes from and vegans would never have eaten Penny, but I was not and have never been a vegan. We raised our own vegetables also so I know where they come from, too.
Boy, did I get a long way from the death of my baby chicks. I guess it’s to say, it’s the circle of life. Some live longer than others, just like we humans and we feel sad about it, but we go on and maybe I will get more baby chicks in the future. I still have four of them that are hale and hearty and I hope will grow up to be good layers. I just won’t have blue eggs like I was hoping for.
Maybe you have a sad tale about a pet or animal you loved. If you grew up on a farm, like me, you probably have several tales to tell. Bye.