Saying Goodbye to My Friend
As you can see by the photos, this was my buddy. He met me everyday when I came home from work. I would pull into the driveway and he would be there waiting for me to pick him up.
Now when I pull into the driveway, there is no one there to greet me. My little buddy was killed by a raccoon while I was a work. It hasn’t been that long ago that I lost 17 of my 32 chickens to a pack of coyotes that came up during the day while I was at work. Sometimes It’s days like this that make me want to move into town.
I don’t want to leave my chickens in the pen all day since the reason I wanted them (outside of the fact that they just make you smile) was to help control bugs around the yard. Plus I just can’t stand not letting them free range. I enjoy watching them out my kitchen window and love the way they come running toward me when I walk outside and then race me back to the feed bin. It’s just not he same without me having to toss my buddy as he made a game of jumping in and out of the feed bucket.
I also miss the sweet little noises he made while sleeping in my arms as I carried him around the yard.