Friday, 23 October 2015

Intuition

How I hate when it's true, and it's not a happy intuition. All day yesterday I felt the niggle, which carried into today - worrying about my flock. 
The one day I didn't get to see my girls yesterday, as we'd left them indoors all day as we had to rush after work to get to the Robbie concert, and Cam fed them out and tucked them up for the evening. Turns out my darling matriarch Mrs Weasly had passed away during the day - no rhyme or reason as to why - and was found peacefully in her cage last night. Cam didn't want to tell me until today so I was upset on the way to Robbie, and now it makes sense to my why I've had this feeling. Not many people will be as attached to their hens as I am. how I will miss her cheekiness, her extreme nosiness into everything I did,her welcoming heart for all of our new hens and little babies who needed extra careful gentleness, and her flying into my head each night to get to the feed bowl first. She was a far better person than most people I know. Rest in peace, my beautiful Mrs Weasley. 

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