Yesterday, I was throwing some scratch for them to eat. There was a rooster walking right next to me like he was waiting for food. I realized he was sluggish and unconcerned by the bigger dominant males. It didn't seem right. He looked perfect...but, he was acting funny. So, I reached down and grabbed him. He never flinched. I instantly felt his lack of strength. He was cold. The strangest thing is...I did not recognize him. He was definitely one of my birds. But, he hasn't lived here any time recently. I put him in a cage and brought him in the house. He wouldn't eat at first. So, we gave him some tuna, cottage cheese and cheddar cheese. He began to eat with gusto. Then, we covered the cage...he sat down and went to sleep. This morning when I woke up, I looked at him. He looked sleepy. So, I started on the regular routine...making breakfast for 50+ chickens. Twenty minutes later, I went to give him some of the food I had made...and he was asleep. He was leaning to the side a little. I felt my heart sink. I opened the cage and he didn't move. He had died! It wasn't much fun after that.
Sorrow had found me once more! I wept like an old grandmother. While I was digging his grave, I was so sad...but, all I could think of was "Thank you, God...for getting him here". I don't know where he had been...but, something made him find me again. Life is great...even in sorrow. If there is nothing to be sad about...it means that there is nothing happy worth living for. So, appreciate the things that you do have. Things are changing all the time.
Happy Thanksgiving!
(These birds are sensitive and they know what is going on. I feel like they were saying goodbye to the fallen one with these beautiful poses)...
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