I have often read about great writers who started out writing obituaries for the local press. This is a bit of a satire, with truth thrown in, and the survivor of it all walking away, learning something new.
A private burial was held today @ the gentlewoman’s farm after the remains of her four infamous chix were found this morning. No photos were taken of the crime scene, but a large hole was found under the fence and also under the actual chicken house. A short tune was strummed on a borrowed 12-string and one supportive feline attended.
Later, the owner delved into her library and re-read about some of the extra safeguards needed to keep fowl safe here in these corner woods.
(1) The fence surrounding needs to be trenched in deeply. It also needs to be ragged and taller on top. Right now, many animals are able to just climb over.
(2)When the owner moved the indoor chicken hutch yesterday, she realized it was not in a flat space. She had added a piece of wood to fill the space, but it was easily moved.
(3)It was noted that the only way the chix could be completely safe would be to shut them into the nesting area. Since the chix had been in their home, she had not seen the need to do that.
(4)Most importantly, remember the simple laws of Nature. Another animal fed, and no doubt fed its young. They do not care that the farmer will miss her chix.
It was noted that the chix had gotten out that day, and had played in the sun and were rounded up and the hole was reinforced. It seemed, to the farmer, they had enjoyed some of this life at the gentlewoman’s farm.