I buried a dear friend this week....

Poppy, one of our original chickens! Feisty, strong-willed, and fiercely independent, she kept the other girls in line, and actually taught them how to be a flock. She taught me how I needed to care for this flock…with friendship, kindness and patience. She had a remarkable sense of humor, too, and reminded all of us of the importance of being able to laugh at ourselves. I knew she was declining several months ago, when she allowed Bertha to take over as mother hen. Her posture had changed. and her silhouette resembled that of a little old lady. The rest of the girls sensed it too, and seemed to understand that Poppy should be accorded special privileges. Each night they made a special place for Poppy on the roost, securely tucked in the middle, between all the rest. I’ll miss you, Poppy, and I hope you know how grateful we all are for having you in our lives!