Everyone's favorite chicken was killed a few days ago. There was crying, Aubrey was the pallbearer (we put her in a old light bulb box) and David dug the grave. It was hard watching my kids deal with death again. Nathan made the comment with tears streaming down his face, "it's not fair that everyone has to die." It was a good teaching moment, again, about life and death and the resurrection. Yet the backyard doesn't seem the same without Black Chick wandering around. She was the smallest of the bunch, and laid tiny cute little eggs. She was more of a pet then a chicken...
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Sorry to hear about your chicken. How'd she die? We're thinking of getting chickens pretty soon. Justin's roommate's are selling them. We won't be raising them from chicks, but they did and they are already egg-laying. We'll see. . .
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