I always wanted to live on a farm.... taking care of animals all day, hiding out in the hayloft for an afternoon nap, picking dinner right from the garden, sitting on a rocking chair and drinking pink lemon aid (with vodka) while watching the sunset....
I never gave much thought to the death part of farm life.
My baby chicken Camilla, aka Turkey, died sometime last night or this morning. I think Jaime found it when he was feeding all of them this morning and he told Trip, who buried her next to Sugar before I was even out of bed.
I will never forget my gimpy baby chicken... and in the future, I'll probably just let nature take its course when it comes to the newborns. There must have been a reason the big chickens tried to kill her when she was born.... right?
Here are some of Camilla's stories and adventures.... Rest in peace, little Turkey.
This morning on the farm
Weather, Botanical Garden, and Baby Chicken Updates
The Traveling Baby Chicken, Part 1
The Traveling Baby Chicken, Part 2
Baby Chicken - Updates and Travels
The Chicken and the House (updates)