It was a nice weekend mostly. We went out on the boat Saturday and Sunday. Saturday someone went with us and we had a “lesson” Sunday The Wife and I went out by ourselves.Sunday one of our chickens, Grey, died. She quit eating and drinking Saturday, (I noticed) and Sunday she died. Right before my eyes. I had her in a shady, comfortable spot, and later I looked out and she was laying in the sun, wings splayed. Then she got up, and tried to walk and fell over backwards. I ran down there and moved her to the shade again. I tried to give her some sugar water but she wouldn’t take any. Then she fell over and I knew I was going to die. Her legs quivered, and I saw her tiny chest rise and fall one last time, and she was gone. I think that was the first time I saw death like that. I knew what was happening. We buried her near her sister, Stripe.
So now it’s Monday, Here goes!