Our aptly named hen, Ligeia, disappeared about a month ago. She was the mother of the formerly eulogized Buttercup. I looked around for her a bit...or for the pile of feathers that would be all that was left of her....and nothing. Sadly, I was not surprised.
It turns out I did not look hard enough. She was hiding in the back of the old chicken tractor that I don't use anymore hatching off some more chicks. As expected the chicks are fluffy and cute and honestly down right silly. There's a reason they are at the bottom of the food chain.
I always feel a little cheated though by the whole happy new life hatching scene because every time we have lovely cute little baby chickens to assure us that life goes on, there are always a few eggs that don't hatch and a few chicks that don't make it. So death goes on too, side by side with life. Nobody puts that in the Easter pictures. It's upsetting and gross.
So day 1 of chicken hatching....not so warm and fuzzy. By tomorrow though...those chickens are so cute and so fuzzy and so delightfully silly that I will probably be back in Easter picture mode.
Plus, I have to fight with Ligeia to put the chicks somewhere safe...so instead of feeling all fuzzy and warm inside, I always spend the first day feeling vaguely sad, annoyed, and scratched up. Then there's digging around in the pantry to see if I have any organic oats or something to feed them while I run out to Tractor Supply. But after all the annoyance and the running around....there's something deeply satisfying about that much cute. I'll keep enjoying them, at least until the day I figure out half of them are roosters.