Grieving for Becky
Yesterday morning a coyote took my favorite chicken. I was sitting in the banana hut reading. It was a chilly morning and I was waiting for it to warm up a little bit before working in the garden. I heard a chicken squawk and knew by the sound of it that something was wrong. I ran out the door in time to see a coyote running away with Becky in its mouth. I felt so sad. Angel and I gathered up our other adult chickens that we let free range during the day, Blanca and Watermelon. We put them back in the coop. My heart ached and ached about Becky. So I put on some classical music and played it loudly out into the woods in honor of Becky’s short life. She had such a fun personality. I absolutely adored that outspoken bossy chicken. I woke up at 3am still…
