Okay, so it is not really an ode. And, it is called a Leghorn, not a “white” chicken. But, this is a post to say farewell to one of my chickens. No, no, no, it is not like that. She was hit by a truck this morning and landed in the neighbor’s field. One might ask why she was crossing the road, but I think she was on the side of the road rather than actually crossing it.
My other neighbor called to alert me to the sighting of white feathers flying at the top of the hill. I went outside to retrieve her. What a sight! Me crossing the road carrying a dead chicken by its feet (okay, talons). No, I did not cry. I am a bit sad, though. She is in the garage right now so the buzzards [and other chickens, ahem] do not get her. I called DH and asked what I should do. Yes, I asked if this was a “waste not, want not” scenario and if chicken was on the menu for dinner. Sigh. Sadly, I am not ready to prep a chicken. DH will dispose of her tonight when he comes home.
So, here is to you little white chicken! You will be missed.
