Is it getting hot in here or is it the heat lamp?
Munin
Hackles for Days.
Johnson
A Humane Society Foster Roo. He just couldn’t stay.
My friend, Silver died today. Son of matriarch Hammie and Kree. He was a Dominique with an ivory beak. That came from Hammie, descended from the White Plymouth, Jadis. He scratched in the garden and stood around among his girls, summer after summer. He napped in the sun. The quietest roo we have known.
He and I were the only men on this farm. I remember how one day, a Cooper's hawk had found our flock. They had scattered to the coop and bushes. Some lying flat on the ground, motionless. The hawk was in a tree, not moving, just staring, even as I was plainly in the barnyard. The hawk was confident that I couldn't reach him and Silver wasn't a threat. I decided to run towards the tree. My eyes were locked on the hawk the whole time. As I got close it broke and flew away. Right behind me was Silver. He had run with me. He had my back.
That's how it was for me and my friend. Both of us took care of Green Coop. This winter was hard on him. Nights of subzero and even -24f is hard on everyone. It laid him low and he was slower after that. Before then I would tell him to, "take your girls in" and he would round them up to go to bed. After that I told him, "I'll help you," and I did.
So, goodbye my friend. Thank you for everything. I can't imagine how I would have managed without you.
