The following was an entry to some friends a few months back when I lost (using the word lost loosely) the initial 12 chickens that I feel worthy of adding to this story.
April 30, 2009
It is with great sorrow and much regret I inform you that sometime between the hours of midnight at 6am this morning all 12 of my bigger chickens were annihilated, consumed, and spread throughout the yard. Myself as well as neighbors have confirmed the suspicious activity of one of the distant neighbor’s dogs and said dog is being brought in for questioning. Up to this point he has kept quiet...apparently the cat now has his tongue.
While not totally traumatic for the Hudson children this latest travesty has proved to be a great trial of my personal fortitude. Not that each of the dozen were named but upon picking the head of the rooster up with a gardening tool I did feel the tingle of a tear well up in my left eye. I had planned on something eating those chickens . . . I had just planned on it being me!
In loving memory of the beloved Rhode Island Reds and Buff Orpingtons (6 of each) I will be seeking solitude in a chicken meal today and ask that you would join me. So, wherever you eat lunch and at whatever time, please order chicken, the real white meat!
Memorials will go towards building a stronger, better coop. Checks may be made to the Paul's Chicken Farm Fund.
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