I am an early riser, and that is a good thing given all the little chores that define my day, family, farm, home, business. One of my all time, absolute, favorite duties is waking my youngest up so he and I together can pull our collective selves together and make our way to his day school. This morning, like so many more before it, started with me quietly going up the stairs, turning on lights, gently shaking my son awake. He never pops right up, takes after his mother on that account. Back downstairs in the living room, making my way to the kitchen, and my misplaced cup of coffee, I suddenly realized that all this is no more this time next year. You see my youngest, like his older brother before him, is off to boarding school. In a bit of a panic, I looked around, taking in the sights, and the silence, particularly the silence, for, as I said, the boy takes a bit a time get up and running. Anyway, as I stood contemplating the silence, and the passage of time, I took several pictures with my trusty iPhone, which I now share with you, my dear reader.
Goldie Hen died just the other day. She was somewhere in the seven plus range, a good age for a hen. Goldie represented our next to last link with our old home, 4601. Now, all we have left representing the old guard is Clarabelle Poodle. Oh well, it reminds of that last soldier standing bit. You know the fellow who gets the bottle of whiskey when the last of his comrades receive his final marching orders.
Goldie probably died of a crop infection, which adversely affected her gizzard, which caused her to go septic. If I was any better of a gentleman farmer, I could have figured such a thing out before her systems went all haywire.
Her passing makes me think of course of my own. Such a short time we have, who knew? Enjoy the moment and keep looking for the unusual, I guess.
Finally, my wife is an insanely avid photographer, 20,000 or so, and counting. All those photos and I could just find a couple of our little hen. She was a great friend and a boon companion. She leaves behind some mates, of course. Gallus will have to take the reins of lead hen. I am sure she is up to the job.