Posted on March 14, 2014
Rough Week on Miller Farm
A blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
Last Thursday in the middle of the day I made a grisly discovery—a half-eaten chicken in the chicken yard.
I quickly scanned the flock to see who was missing. All the named chickens were accounted for so I breathed a sigh of relief. It was sad nonetheless and a mystery.
What was bold enough to attack in broad day light? And would it return?????
I left town Friday morning for a weekend retreat and Rachel came home Friday afternoon for Spring Break. I talked to her Saturday and she told me that Crooked Neck had died. This was sad news indeed.
Monday morning when I went to let the chickens out, I discovered that Elliot had died during the night. There was no evidence of foul play so I’m not sure what happened. It was almost more than I could bear.
I must admit, Elliot did have wonderful feathers.
I took Catherine (our eldest) shopping while she was home to get a dress for her Junior Recital. She is an oboe performance major at Hardin Simmons University. At one store, they frequently feature books and accompanying stuffed animals. The proceeds from their sale go to support kids’ health and education initiatives.
This time the books were Dr. Seuss books including one of my favorites Hand, Hand, Fingers, Thumb — a very repetitive, rhythmic book that I use in my music class. It came with a stuffed monkey so, of course, I had to buy both.
This morning, all the chickens were alive and pecking. Maybe the roughness has ended.