See you at the crossroads…

I suppose it’s a small tragedy in the grand scheme of things, but my friends over at Business Chicken just had a visit from the chicken aspect of the Grim Reaper when Shy Chicken passed away suddenly. It’s definitely unhealthy to dwell on the passing of a pet too much, but I also think it’s a bit callous to breeze over the loss of a pet (and to Jason and Betsy the chicken’s definitely fell in the pet category). Maybe I’m too sentimental, but I think we need to pour a little liquor out at these small losses because they prepare us in a way for the larger losses that come to us.

Not that your losing your mom is on the same scale as losing a pet, but the loss is very similar in feel, just different in size. It seems these days that people grieve the loss of people or things that they had no part of, like the loss of the Twin Towers, or the the shooting of Trayvon Martin. Perhaps fully realizing the loss of the smaller things would give these events and actual losses in our lives some perspective.

Anyway, since this post is about Shy chicken – she was a good chicken. I didn’t know her very well, but she always stood out when I was chicken-sitting. She was relentless trying to escape and she is perhaps the first chicken to ever peck me. Didn’t hurt at all, but hilarious all the same. Some people say chckens are stupid, but there is a pleasing gentleness to them and their rhythms that makes their more annoying mannerisms tolerable. In fact, if chickens were cleaner, they’d be a whole lot more fun since they are pleasant to tease and taunt. They have blatant desires that make them easy to please as they seek to satisfy their hunger, curiosity, or liberty, whichever happens to consume them at the moment.

We’ll pour some liquor out for you. Hopefully you’re up in that great chicken coop in the sky eating all the popcorn you desire.

goodbye shy.

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2 thoughts on “See you at the crossroads…

  1. It was sad, but mostly it was just traumatic seeing her fall over flapping like that. Poor thing, I suspect her time at the bottom of the pecking order gave her a heart attack.

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