Do you remember Charcoal? -my first chicken catching (though not my last, Charcoal was an adventurous bird).
She met up with a raccoon last week. Poor Charcoal.
Fourteen of the neighbors gathered near her grave (under the wheelbarrow for protection from critters).
Flowers were brought, as well as greens for her grieving sisters, and memories were shared. There was a moment of chicken dancing, while two of us sang the "C-H-I-C-K-E-N" song (to two different tunes, though no one cared), and there were s'mores.
The sweetest moment was when Charcoal's six year old owner read the ten things he would miss about her.
You will be missed Charcoal.
