Today our chicken died.
Yes, we know; we’ve only just been trumpeting the triumph of our meat bird experiment and a freezer full of upcoming chicken dinners and now we’re getting all teary eyed over the death of our future roast’s coop mate. We know it’s inconsistent. Call us contrary. Let’s get right down to tin tacks: it’s hypocritical.
But all that aside, while very definitely recognised, the fact remains that Clank, the coop matriarch, flock founding member, stalwart egg maker, veteran of two major natural disasters, and taker of no lighted chicken shenanigans didn’t get up this morning.
The backyard won’t be the same without you, Clankie.