Soon we will process the only two hens we have left in our flock after the dog attacks this past spring. Even though we won the judgment in court against the owner of the dog, I haven’t seen but two small payments on our losses. It makes the rebuilding effort harder than the original building effort. We lost our goats, our rabbits, and our breeding flock of Narragansett and Blue Slate turkeys as well as a few hens. It was heartbreaking.
We have decided to process out our remaining Narragansett hens because they will be almost three by the time our new toms are ready to mate, and not as efficient at laying by then. There are other reasons too, but this one weighs heavily on me. So we have decided to turn them into meaningful congregations at the table; Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I will miss them deeply. This spring we will raise a new flock. I can’t wait to hear the new birds call to me like a thousand drops of water on a still pond. Like a thousand drops of water on my still heart.