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 grieving Becky. It got me thinking about grief. So often people want to avoid the pain of grief, including myself. Grief is a part of life and I am willing to stay present with my grief. When I open up and am present with my feelings then I receive clarity from the Holy Spirit and I heal. When I resist my feelings and push them away then the feelings fester and I close myself off from receiving the clarity and healing my feelings are meant for.
So I create time to sit with my grief. Welcome grief. I remain with you fully open to love and loss. I am grateful for all my experiences.
Thank y’all for reading my blog and being a part of my life.
love,
Victoria
So sorry for the loss of Becky. I had chickens and so enjoyed them but lost them to foxes. It was so painful and I just haven’t seeked out more needing homes.
Yes, very sad. We keep the chickens in their coop now but have plans to build a big fence around the garden so they can run free again. We are also looking for a good herding/guard dog to protect the chickens.
Thank you ☺️