And I discovered something, too. With every gain...there is also loss. And with every loss...there is also gain. In the depths of my sadness, it became obvious that I love my chickens correctly. That's why it hurt so much...
I wonder what tomorrow will be like...
His name was Cresty(w/ crest). That's Tuffy in my left hand. |
Cresty was a mean rooster that hated being held. |
"Goodbye, Cresty...we already miss you" |
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