Yesterday, Ruby took her babies out for the first time to play in the grass and scratch in the dirt. As I watched, I noticed that my little baby chick was maybe not growing as much as the other two, but she was still doing well, it seemed. She ate and drank and ran around and peeped.
This morning, I found that little baby in a heap in the back of the crate. I took her in and did everything I could, but she passed away in my hands. She sang a sweet little song right before she passed.
I’m not doing very well from this. I’m probably going to take a few days off from writing. What a tough deal. You can’t fight Mother Nature. She will do what she will do.
